Short stories & poems

My dad wants to remember my name,

so he goes to my grave,

wipes the dirt from my headstone,

and reads it again and again

until he cannot forget.

I have never been still.

Inside the casket, I gasp,

clawing at the elm lid,

tears pooling, louder

than my wails—

a child’s first cry

cradled by the dark.

I reach for him,

but I’m too buried,

and he’s too busy—

busy remembering me.

I just wish he could

...

As my words escape jumbled as my voice is mumbled . But there are bump a tightening hump embedded into my throat .

A lump in my throat the weight of my anxiety causing me to choke this isn’t a joke im struggling to speak I’m just too weak .

I’m silenced by fear every time someone comes near , no one ever stop to hear how I struggling to sustain my life the one full of pain they probably think I’...

Everybody wants to judge but nobody wants to listen, like he used to.

My father held my hand, his fingerprints are worn from decades of hard work,years of struggle,years of pain

Every time he laughs it cuts through me more that his anger does. I look at him just like i used to,in my early childhood, eyes full of wonder.

For once he feels like a dad, not just a father.

I grip his hand tightly i...

I don’t think you like the way I look

Your peppermint smiles turn sour

When we catch eyes

I don’t think you like the way I look

And lately I’m not sure I do either

Riding to school in your car again

Riding to school in your car again

I’m motion sick

Bile coming up my throat

Puberty came and went on a while

Now the therapists stuck with me

I’m wordless and can’t seem to drown the voices out

The ca...

14 years old is not very old.

14 years old is not old enough

To be shooting up a school

To be killing 4 human beings

To be in jail

14 years old is not very old.

And yet

When I see the news

There was another school shooting

And the culprit was a child.

What is this cruelty that we’ve been taught

As students in schools

And children in homes

Homes that should be teaching kindness

What does this ...

Bees offer honey far more readily than they sting.

The choir’s chats about dinner far more readily than they sing

My mothers offers her hands to hug far more readily than to slap

Peasants offer bread far more readily than the king

Royalty offers forgiveness far more readily than the sling

The point is we sing

Far more readily than we scream

Who people are is not what they seem

We ar...

After all these years -

what our hearts refuse to confess,

our eyes overtly reveal.

Casual conversations

riddled with affection,

trying hard to be platonic

when you and I know

what we have —is COSMIC.

ALWAYS have been,

but NEVER could BE —

at least in our current reality.

If either of us was braver

more than a decade ago,

Would we take the chance?

THAT NIGHT when we danced

and took shots of...

They come into you life unexpected,

They might have an impact,

If even the smallest,

You just need to open your heart to them,

You just need to let,

The stranger in....

“Sir!” A man yelled at me “what do we do?” I contemplated what our plan was going to be from here. We had just discovered a UFO that had crashed in the middle of Antarctica.

“I don’t know, but I don’t think we should get too close to it.” It was already too late a handful of the men who were there with me were already to close. I was watching a man move closer and closer to the UFO. He reached ou...

Roman can’t imagine what Cupid was thinking.

Perhaps he had a hangover when assigning soulmates. Even then, how does this even happen?

Like seriously?

In a world where soulmates are supposed to live happily ever after, how do his parents end up together but so unhappy? Now divorced and having to be civil for him. Just great.

Thanks Cupid.

“Come on, Madge. I just want to go on a trip with my ...