Wild is the ocean. Where expanse swallows October. Ravens circle, they know the time. When the swell dips too low. And the peaks shoot high. The season when even careless shipmen practice wisdom. They’ve heard, they’ve learned, that our journey will end under the world. The water is made for drowning. We know it, It… Continue reading Where we Float, The Ocean Wild
Category: lament
Broken is Not Enough
Hands in her lap. Eyes clenched shut. Black swells of emotion rush from deep behind her eyes down to the pit of her stomach. Sketchy scenes replay from her past as if from a damaged filmstrip. Shameful thoughts and conversations bring an uncontrollable shudder from the depths of her soul. For a second, she lets… Continue reading Broken is Not Enough
Get Up and Eat
He was tired. Of running. Of caring. Of worrying. He was just so tired. A sliver of shade from a dying tree was the only place he could find to rest. But it wasn’t real rest. He just couldn’t move anymore. It all had been too much. Exhausted. Dry mouth and out of breath. It… Continue reading Get Up and Eat
Still Walking
She wondered how long she had been there. It started to feel like a long time only because her feet began to ache. But she could not stop her endless march down the shiny laminate paths. One foot plodded in front of the other as she tried not to count her steps. She was not… Continue reading Still Walking
Questions for a Silent God
Can I use the phone? A shaky voice appeared from behind an oversized bush while I was eating. Under the glowing lightbulbs, it appeared like this was the only place on earth still awake. She didn’t scare me, her gentle approach made it clear that she was more afraid than I should be. It's just… Continue reading Questions for a Silent God