I stare toward the horizon, willing his ship to return. Every day for three years, I’ve stood watch while the quiet beach surrounding me morphed into a bustling market, capitalism encroaching closer and closer to the crashing waves. A hand grips my shoulder, spinning me from the sea. “Move it,” the patrolman says. “No loitering.Continue reading “By the Seashore”
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Each autumn, we commune and embrace her new dance; under a Scorpio moon, our bodies spin amongst the fallen leaves,the watcher of the night guiding us within its ghostly beam. Come winter, the cold settles in our bones, but her smile, a beam of warmth through the dreary gray, moves our feet into a furiousContinue reading “Her Dance”
Winter was the only season we could be together. At the first hint of frost, the lawn’s dew frozen along each blade, I awakened with the sunrise and raced outside to greet the dawn. I heard the hoofbeats from a mile away, and as she rounded the curve, auburn hair billowing out behind her, aContinue reading “Winter”
The evil belonged to Jackson, and everyone knew it. It whispered among the winds twisting through the city streets, saturated the Boston ivy roots clinging to the brick façades, and soaked into the flowering dogwoods until the white blooms turned black as night. Yes, everyone knew it. Every Jackson resident at least. But visitors neverContinue reading “Jackson”
Their hold on me had long since loosened. A whisper within now the only vestige of their sway. They are, no, we are… I’d believed myself free of them. I let my savior believe the same. But a whisper soon turns into a scream. For they, no, we are many.