Memories of the in-between (no editing)

William waits for his mysterious lover to return one misty spring morning, a year and a day after she disappeared.

Drowning in mid-air

Tears, always close to the surface; Easy to scratch like wet paint. My chest, hollow and echoing with the void, The space waiting to be filled. A oxygen-filled suffocation; Like drowning in mid-air. Just try not to think! Try not to dwell! Try not to be selfish! Don’t dare ask for more. Egg shells everywhere;... Continue Reading →

Holding hands with the sky

I've just found some of my old poems so I thought I would share them. Enjoy. Swooping past, high, over head Her darkened beak doth point the way Her wings outstretched and there she's lead The Gods hold her hands, so she doth not stray You see their fingers within her feathers As they spray... Continue Reading →

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