If I Turn on the string lights, Light up the right scents, Switch up the music ideally, It's almost as though I never left, I just took a trip, and that I've finally come home.
I need you to guard this for me. It’s broken beyond repair, and it isn’t worth much, so It’s not like you’ll be fighting off bandits, or the Queen’s Guard. Taking care of it isn’t rocket science, Just bring a katana of your choice to fight off the demons, A tent perhaps, for when … Continue reading Knight
They warned me about beer bellies and slower metabolism, They reminded me that school friends would become acquaintances. I was prepared for routines and clockwork sleep schedules, I grudgingly accepted the increasingly elaborate hangover cures. On most days I am grateful for the steady bank balance, and I’ve even made my peace with the lack … Continue reading Adulthood
It was the perfect roast of coffee, The precise level of background noise, There was more than enough sunlight, Lunch turned up at the perfect hour. Yet the most amazing thing about working from home Was the complete and utter control over the thermostat.
Parker contemplated the sliced watermelon. Her fingers brushed against his, as they reached for the same fruit. Their eyes met. She blushed. His eyes crinkled with a smile. A conversation ensued, coy comments were passed. Back in the car, she flipped the sunshade open. Strange to be appreciative of her reflection, floral mask … Continue reading One of the Others
(Wallet) She was seven when she needed to store change for the ice-cream truck, (Wallet, keys) Seventeen when Dad gave her the keys to his old van, (Phone, wallet, keys) Twenty-three when work decided to follow her around. Seasons came and went, sunglasses replaced gloves, inhalers replaced umbrellas. (Phone, wallet, keys, sanitizer, mask) But for the … Continue reading The Pocket Check
Salt speckled his face as he watched the Emerging sun across the ocean. Every Approaching vehicle startled him, but He knew better than to hope for her Orange Vespa to ease the knot in his belly. Resignedly, he watched the Soft snoring bundle in his arms, Embracing the solitude, and her legacy.
The War was over. The sky matched the ebony of the earth beneath, the silence reverberated across the valley. The War... Was it, though? The smoke spoke of fireballs descending from above, the abnormal mass of smaller blackened bodies suggested a massacre. The War was over.
‘Jeremy–’ ‘Bye, Mom.’ ‘Will you–’ ‘Be home by ten? Yes.’ ‘But–’ ‘Pick Jackie up first, I know.’ Without a backward glance, or a kiss farewell, The door snapped shut. ‘That’s not what I meant,’ she sighed, Setting aside the icing For her birthday cake.