Tag Archives: #longing

The Black Shirt

Kristine didn’t know what it was exactly, but there was something about a man in a black dress shirt and dark jeans that turned her on, and he knew it. So here she stood, watching Ben sit in his brown … Continue reading

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I took the Trash Out to the Curb and Contemplated Life

and worried… what if the sun dies?and I thought about Maine,and how as a child, I used to tell my mother“One day, I’m going to be Stephen King’s neighbor.”my imagination carrying me as the sun shone through the trees, just … Continue reading

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Light Patterns

she can sing.it’s a little known factonly those closest to herknow. she does not liketo find herself in the center of attention,save for certain celebrations, and certain company.still, if people knew she could sing, they would ask her to, and … Continue reading

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Ever Later

The clocks moved forward, stealing an hour, and casting night time shadowsever later.Through the window, next to last year’s dead weeds, lies the wishes of an old and odd soul.Of stopping to pick wildflowers on her walk home from the … Continue reading

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When Winter Feels Like Heartache

She dreamsand knowssomehow—that one dayshe will reach for himand he will be there Like sunlightbursting throughbare tree brancheshe will shinethrough herbare bones And in the colddead of wintershe will reflect himin everythingand become his lightupon the snow…

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