15,642 things sit in my camera roll. 2,673 videos, 7,365 photos, None of which include you. They go back many years ago to 2016. Two years before meeting you, Three until you died. Years ago there was one picture, A selfie during summer, smiling Watching […]
skating across a snow-laden lake a poem that half-rhymes crystal mist wisps fly and glide behemoth below begins to sigh auroras of snow glitter and glint swirling in the sunlight at the fickle wind’s whims and across the white wasteland, the solidified sea a lake […]
My Dearest Vacuum Cleaner by Faith Wagner My dearest vacuum cleaner,My precious lovely treasure,Please don’t underestimate,The worth you are to me.You’ve seen my battle scars,When blood seeps through my clothes,It flows into the riverAnd know one ever knows.Only you can see them,The sins I have […]
Verbum Dominī Manet in Aeternum by Rose MacPherson The grass will wither and the flowers fade,And each man dies who out of dust was made.Man, by his sin entrapped, will soon decay,And never can he reach eternal day.No man is holy; each deserved his deathBefore […]
Old Houses by Marit Faugstad What memories do long-lived houses hold? Each fallen beam, each dripping, sagging eave Remembers vibrant years long gone, and grieves Upon the rotting boards, the choking vines, the mold. What passing ages did the glass behold? What sounds once filled […]
Autumn Leaves by Greta Faugstad The green leaves of summer must take their final bow,giving up the stage for the vibrant, warm colors of autumn leaves.Spinning and whirling on their delicate toes,the ballerinas of nature tease the frost-bitten ground,which is eager to clothe its barrenness […]
Crunch… Crunch… Crunch was the only sound I heard as I tramped through the woods. It was a quiet day, but that was okay, it left me time to think. Fall was the best time to go on a hike and this specific hike reminded […]
I had not stood up for hours. My legs were squished, but I could not have cared less. My head was stuck in a book, and I was splendidly happy. I heard footsteps coming down the hallway, and poked my head out to see who […]
(To Angelique, my Chrysanthemum) When was the last time you used an antiquated term or phrase in casual conversation? Like “quaff” or “woo”—can woo be quaffed or quenched or is it only pitched? And where did the phrase “pitching woo” come from anyway? Just what […]
The reason that I wrote this story was originally for one of my classes. It was supposed to be a futuristic retelling of an Edgar Allan Poe story, which I was able to choose; however, it became much more than a quick retelling of one […]