Glances, Coffees, Numbers, Roses, Vows Beaches, Scans, Pacifiers, Keys, Payments Overtime, Caffeine, Missed Calls Glares, Muttering, Withering Notices, Silence Custody.

Sitting on my motorbike With Jane behind Wearing her favourite sweater Arms wrapped around me I tuck the faded photo back into my wallet And open the doors of the minivan Jane flings her hockey kit inside Chattering about how she saved her team Slipping into her grandma’s favourite sweater

Your voice is the lyrics Your smile is the melody The tempo is when you speak in logical specifics The strings are your fidelity Your passion is the rhythm and beat The kind that makes you want to move your feet Your embrace in a symphony, When the orchestra plays most freely Your snores are the tremble and bass Which brings me peace in my fearful nocturnal headspace Your compassion is the guitar Which leaves the crowds m...

Three women who fall in love create an extended family. We are family … I got all my sisters with me … We are family … Women one, two and three … She and she and she … Had each lost much of her family … One temporarily … But the others they will never see … (Verse 1) Deployment, accident and Prejudice Had left them alone For above a year … And Each of them tried to deal with her sadness And accompanying fear … So One beca...

The warm New Mexico sun cast its golden glow over the enchanting city of Santa Fe, infusing the air with an otherworldly energy. The scent of piñon and adobe wafted through the narrow streets, drawing Lena to a charming little café nestled among the historic buildings. As she pushed open the door, a bell above it rang out, announcing her arrival. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped her, and she felt an instant se...

As Emily stepped off the plane in Tuscany, she felt a sense of excitement and nervousness wash over her. The warm Italian sun on her skin and the sweet scent of freshly cut grass filled her senses, instantly calming her frazzled nerves. She had been running on autopilot for months, trying to wrap up her life in New York after inheriting a vineyard from a great aunt she had never met. The thought of leaving behind the conc...

In the realm of Elyria, where the sun dipped into the horizon and painted the sky with hues of crimson and gold, the people had grown weary of the world's discord. For centuries, they had lived in a state of turmoil, with kingdoms warring over land, resources, and power. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and ash, and the once-green forests had withered away, leaving behind a barren landscape. But on this fateful d...

As I stood at the edge of the desert, gazing out at the endless dunes, I couldn't help but feel a sense of hope and optimism. The words of the old song kept echoing in my mind: "Now I've been happy lately, thinking about the good things to come, and I believe it could be, something good has begun." It was as if the universe was whispering to me, telling me that a new era of peace and harmony was on the horizon. I had alwa...

She is fire. He is ice. Her smile warms his own little world That he has shut out everyone. But her light and her warmth seep through the cracks of his door. With one flick of her flame, he gives her the key, and she steps into his dark den glowing, making him perspire and thirst for her scent, her touch and her laughter that tickles even his sleepy bones. She is fire. He is ice. He melts into her embrace like a tired war...

Down in the valley that bloomed alongside the dense forest, there have long been whispers of a mysterious woman in the woods. Folks say she tried to speak to the townspeople once, walking straight out of the trees, wearing her black cloak and pointy hat. The men hurried the women and little ones inside, then grabbed their pitchforks. She retreated to the woods, never to enter the village again. Each retelling of the story...

Two days passed, and He didn’t show. Her mind had been stuck on him; she realized it was happiness, he brought joy, and she was the last one to see it. She was determined to make him the best sword and had no answer to why. One sat on the counter on the third day in wait for him to stroll in. Dawn felt like she was enabling a repeat of her father, and she wanted to do it, without reason why. She wanted to make him a stron...

Dear Ben, On my Bible app, I was reminded that God will satisfy my needs in a scorching land and will strengthen my frame. This land is my body and my soul. So I have asked, even if I feel I don't deserve it, for Him to make me whole again. With you, my body and soul woke up to sensations I have already forgotten. I did not know that your voice would hold me like how a child would want to be held—trusting, longing, and fo...

Her eyes are two little boats lost in the aftermath of a storm. From the grayish ocean, they sail into the lagoon of his eyes of crystal green -- serene, inviting enchanting like a beautiful song, breath-taking, just at the right time when the torn sails finally catch the right winds. The little boats glide, they move closer and closer to where the song belongs -- the lagoon of crystal green where the sunlight dances, whe...

The village square was already crowded, thick with bodies in the summer heat. Rowan’s legs trembled as she climbed the tall crate by the well. She let her voice rise over the villagers. “We are poisoning the river.” A few heads turned. Someone laughed. “I’ve watched the mill runoff turn the water black. I’ve seen forge ash choke the stream. Trees are turning pale.” “Get down,” someone spat. The mill master rose, red-faced...

On a warm day in July, Sonja met the cat. She was doing her housecleaning when a noise from the front door caught her attention. Sonja opened the door to check. Something furry shot past her legs. At first blush, the something appeared to be a cat. Sonja raced inside, looking for whatever had entered. Something that size could also be a raccoon, she feared. In her living room, Sonja found a large cat making itself at home...