The Store

was always cramped, especially during the holidays. Last minute shoppers rubbing elbows, eyebrows creased, gruff mumbling exchanged to one another over the cramped checkout lines.┬áIt is easy to lose one's sanity during a holiday season when the pressure is ripe with tight budgets and growing prices. But, there they were. A father with his toddler…

A Spiritual Anchor

Tucked away in a forgotten closet. A musty basement kept closed away from the world. This is where he resides now. He paced the dark and lengthy basement that never saw a crack of sunlight due to poor planning by an apprentice builder. A vast room with no windows; only dangling exposed lights with broken strings…

The Swallows Song

From this perch I can see All of the addicts That walk these endless streets I hear whispers From the clouds above Calls from A broken turtle-dove I fly upon Your day dreams On and on This is my only song

He stepped

out into the cold, the margarita sloshing over the edges of the fragile glass. It ran over his fingers, causing him to cuss and switch hands quickly. He wiped his now sticky hand on his right pant leg, looking around in the dim light of the house to find her. His best friend had designated…

She kicked

at the peeling paint on the old wooden stairs of the stoop. She stood there, cigarette gripped between her fingers as it burned slowly. The ash trickling down like miniature snowflakes, fluttering in and out of the porch light. She shivered, the wind suddenly biting against her shoulders in a reverberating gust that drew her…

He turned

to his best friend and said in a deep tone, "The best side of her you can witness is that fumbling, tipsy side. The one that has had one too many drinks," he emphasized with air quotations, his fingers trembling. "The person that comes to light in a drunken state, the one who is utterly…

Bipolar Disorder

is very much a part of me. An old friend clasping their arms around me in the grocery store. The one I saw... the one I ducked behind a shelf to hide from unsuccessfully. There are moments I fear that it consumes me. Mustering up the strength to sip my morning coffee. Fighting the urge…

Will the Sun ever rise?

I stand earnestly, yearning for the glistening ribbons that give me life to tumble over the mountainside. The wind whips against my face, my hands clench into fists and release once more. The cold air biting against my sweaty palms. I'm shaking, fear gripping my heart. This is a pain I have never known.. just…

I touched

my hand to my face.. my fingers sliding upward toward my eyes. I pulled back. The tears glittered in the flickering light from my Christmas tree. The cool drops had spilled forth unexpectedly. Sweeping down my face and splashing onto my collar bone. Had I really not noticed? This pain? Had I really not felt…

Morning Cigarette

and I see a couple.. Pure grunge and simplicity wrapped underneath torn hoodies and disheveled band t-shirts. They both nod at me, almost approvingly, as they stroll past hand in hand. They are a memory.. someone I once was and am often lost in reverie of being once more. I think of the days when…