Her Flower is the Rain

She absently plays with the stitches across her lips. Her eyes have more sky than sky. Laughter like wind chimes she holds out her hands to collect the rain hides all her light where nobody is allowed and I’ve walked past her a million times a million times. Advertisements

Beautiful Quiet Melody

There was this girl at school Quiet Melody was her name. She used to hide in her hair. Long and black it was like a raven’s back and she used it as a curtain so that nobody could see her. When people addressed her Melody would wave sheepishly distantly as though from another planet and […]

Summer Is Coming

Beneath the frozen ground I can see summer. I heard it was coming in the loose gossip buoyantly floating around town. I had a dream that leaves were climbing back upon the trees like little green soldiers. Soon, all the birds will come back all at once and the girls laughing will break out the […]