Quiet Stories

Lavi stood in the cool dew-covered field. She loved the feel of the dampness on her toes. In this moment of meditation with the bird’s screams bouncing off her ears, she felt connected with the earth.  Soon the field would be stamped down; run over by the tires of rubes coming to enjoy the sights and sounds. By children running here and there, stuffing their faces with cotton candy or candy apples. The bright red sticky t...

Quietquiet is such a small word in typebut in the world you live in it's hugequiet of your home at 3am quiet of sitting with a cup of tea and dreaming of pretty thingsthese are the best of quietquiet is such a small word in typebut in the world you live in it's hugequiet as rape and murder swirl head hung low don't want to caretelling you it's not your fight quiet is a prison but you can break freethis is the worst of qui...

I long for solitude, perhaps in a quiet room far away Apart from this noise, modern life so loud A mobile conversation jarringly obtrusive Music player set louder, Drowning out your shouted replies A child kicks my chair on this train Railing and screaming, hauling me back into this worldI long for momentary deafness Buffering my soul, against this constant clamour A businessman jabbers to his colleague Overheard, it’s no...