prose writing

Lost and Found

Untamed flames as red as wine, dance drunk and disorderly across the walls Burning as slow and steady as incense sticks, infused with organic woods and essential oil; Somewhere between our ghosts and our silhouettes I run wildly with her Two children playing hide and go seek in the dark We glow…. Like burning embers… Continue reading Lost and Found


In Orbit

I can’t decide if this is going to be the right or the wrong turn in this decision-making process.As I sit in a strong masculine and affirmed position, ignoring the weakI block off the sight of it, the one you possibly see with in meA vice piece, or a vice itself. Does it make a… Continue reading In Orbit