After All This Time

Her eyes first looked up. pinpointing the ceiling fans. She smelled the jewelry rusting on her fingers Relaxing on the air.   She looked to her right. Fences guarding homes behind sturdy walls. Some family is co-existing together loving each other because they have to and that is where she was heading with him.  …

Repetition

Midnight holds conferences for the most prestige crows. They all delve into the American Dream at once— A golden feast dressed in white picket fence armor. This corpse has been rotting for a century and some. The smell— well, it smells familiar, like home. we always drove right passed them to get home by 2…

To No (some) One in Particular.

Up until now, It was only death who held me Strong enough to transfer the mind to an alternate State. But you- You are a different kind of energy. Never to be destroyed only to be recreated. Death means nothing. Come back to me in Sequoia. I’ll search the park till I can find you…

Pointless Poetry

We look to poetry To open our eyes, Reveal a truth, or maybe Find similar “answers” that agree with What we have thought about Our whole lives. It’s pointless. It takes away from the fact that you have your own Opinions based on living experiences. Poetry is a lost art that at some point we…

Angels in Hiding

The first thing he found was a Seashell in the Desert. That was the first indicator.   It had remnants of moonlight wedged on its surface From millennia’s last night. It wore its ridges well. An exoskeleton of what used to be. It may have seen creatures we never knew existed— Maybe worlds.   In…

Reward Offered! 

I wrote a good poem once. It ran away I think and I never even got to name it. I don’t even know it’s gender (I don’t know if it even had one, it’s just that you know, in today’s society things get crazy). Anyway, I even put up posters on websites in the form…

YOU. YOU. YOU

It’s simple. Right now, You’re reading words. Right? Right now reading words is an action. You’re taking an action, Right? And you could chose whether that action is on purpose, Right? Here’s an idea: You’ve got ideas, Right? Those ideas could be plans. You got plans, Right? You got goals. Darling you got places to…

Here and There

writing community, This is a first draft of what shall be my venture into writing short stories. It would be of great appreciation if you, writer and reader, may give critique (negatives and positives) for this short piece.

thank you,
Kassy-Marie

Delivery Service

Age is the final-touch trinket around time’s neck. So when I sowed heartaches into cross-stich patterns to hang up in retirement homes she came for me. She was dressed in notches. I wanted to tell her how long I observed poetry from door hinges while the windowsills voiced secrets about the school kids walking home…

Daydream

i dreamed of a memory- this time. a dream of a feathered butterfly who came to visit. my angel, my devil? my place in biblical history? are we sacred? I was taken to a garden beneath the sea. when the little sunflowers inexplicably popped from the sandy bottom i wasn’t sure if it was a product…

That Time They Told Me I Was Beautiful

We can make a movie about last night. I want you to be the star of the show— Yeah you. It’ll be great. Here, take this— Don’t mind the people. They’re all going to Love you.   (Enter hotel)   there is red tangled carpet with footprints of its past. there are no high heels….

Albino Elephants

The smoke formed Gardenias on corners of mountain tops. they were exotic goddesses with flowers floating in their hair. a seamless illustration of an greeek tragedy— a story where the modern daughter of priam and hecuba warned the people of their wrongdoings here and what needed to be done, but no one listened.   I…