Reason to Stay

because I am born and I die in the open and close of your eyes — in that dream there is hope for a love more beautiful than this

The River

There is a river beside the trees that flows around the broken glass and hurries through the trays of ash that choke the birds and fumble words and smother all the roses. It winds around the crumbling brick, surging past half-painted walls and echoing through empty halls to wane and crash break back and splash…

Howl

A hundred thousand years ago before the first man’s rise, I chanced upon a trickster fox that promised me the nighttime skies. It led me to an empty field With its tail wound ‘round my wrist, “A simple trade” it said to me, “None but the foolish would resist.” “Look up,” whispered the fox to…

Nightsong

It’s 3:00 am and the flutter of your wing breaks open the cocoon of our tangled limbs. The quiet enters and we are again unsteady; Scarred by the song of the cuckoo bird that you can’t drown out and I still can’t hear. I reach out my hand, blind in the darkness, hoping to grasp…

Ballerinas

Yemi sat in the back room and stretched out her calves. There was a dull pain in the arch of her right foot, but she doubted she could get a day off because of a minor injury like that. As she stretched, she flexed out her foot, taking the time to examine her toes. Honestly,…

Lower

Suddenly, I found myself standing in the middle of a dimly lit room. There was a sickly sweet smell wafting through the air, and it was hot. Scorching. Confused, I turned in circles and tried to make sense of where I was and why I seemed to be in line for something. As soon as…

Rush

The calendar ink is not yet dry and the days have begun to blur.

An invitation [to be pretty]

“You would be so pretty if you just…” Dear Sir, Growing up my mother never told me I was pretty. I don’t say that to mean she referred to me as beautiful, or lovely, even, but that she rarely referred to my looks except to offer some mild criticism. That suited me well, as I…

02:37

Look only at me. Need only me And in return, I will carve Your name into my bones. I am yet to discover if this is love or Madness.

Apate

My lover! Her lips are as sweet as nectar That would lure a hummingbird to perch in the breeze; A laugh that could reach the devil through his gates And plant the seeds of redemption. My lover! Her eyes are as bright as diamonds That sparkle in the light of a dazzling sun; A gaze…