Reunited Stories

She blew in like an aggravated F5 tornado, shouted, "Don't you dare say a thing,” slammed the door shut and slung her purse across the room. It ricocheted away from my bottom-weary couch, cleared off the end table, then teetered briefly at the edge before following the displaced debris onto the floor. Only the reading lamp survived, leaning drunkenly against the wall, shade tilted at a precarious angle, light flickering,...

The heart forlorn, merciless Tender desires ravaged by time, dispirited Yet in solitude a glimmer of hope, glinting Held wretched in a sad melody Time’s passing, meaningless A dream beheld in despair, sorrowful Ascending into dejection, melancholy The future pensively dreadful A spirit disconsolate, regretful Cherished memories withering, vanishing Their decaying images putrid, perishing Minute hope ever fleeting An ember...