Freeverse Poetry — I am speaking into water. I can see the bubbles, the cadence, and the flow. With hesitance I close my eyes and am back underneath currents of waves, seawater flowing over me with vicissitude. The turbulent tides bring pressure to my body, and I am buoyed toward the shore.

Finding Forgiveness and Strength — I am quelling the beast inside my heart. My skin feels itchy and I long to satisfy the physical and mental strain I have been laboring under. Unsatisfyingly, I am sorry for myself. Sorry that I am not stronger, and that I did not learn to be more vigorously defensive…

Coming to Terms with Loss — Did I get it all wrong, she thought. If so, how did I get here? In the silent bedroom, Nicola looked over at the polished oak bureau. Her eyes focused on the silver-handled hairbrush and the accompanying comb. Such treasures from her grandmother. …

Of What Must Pass and What Must Be — My toes are touching the carpet and somehow the entirety of my body is simultaneously relaxed and fulfilled. As tormented as I have been with the echoes and reverberations of the past, I am now satisfied; my belly is full of soup, a cat lounges next to me, and the…

Intimations and Reflections — It’s not yet time for us to have our time. We are winding down the hours, minutes, and seconds until we meet again and the intoxicating flow of love from our hearts may meld into an aura of peace and contentment. The things that have been spoken can be laid…

Short Story — He was slowly winding his fist through my hair, entangling his fingers. His strong fingers held onto the back of my skull with unnerving conviction and seemingly impossible strength. The goosebumps that had threaded the entirety of my body now pulsed with frantic electricity. I felt my breath catch in…

Of the Lasting Ties that Bind — And inevitably when you and I come back together we will return to our kisses, our snickering conversations, our laughter, and our love. I can still see you in my mind’s eye, walking between rooms in our hallway. Your brilliant sense of self illuminates the very fibers of your being…

Recompense and Repose — Before I opened my eyes this morning, I had a sense of you, and a sense of me. In the disturbing sequence of a dream, I recalled the events of the last few days and weeks, and I felt the uneasy awareness that I’d possessed in my dreams sharpen and…

Regret and Finality — Walking side by side next to her, I felt that familiar tingle. Like tiny fireworks exploding all over my body at the mere suggestion of her proximity. Usually, I would shrug it off. Usually, I would keep my cool and focus on anything else. Once upon a time, she’d been…