You could always find her blowing dandelions as they carried pieces of her heart upon the breeze. Even after forty-three years, her eye lit up with the possibility of hope. She often whispered the word just to feel the heaviness … Continue reading Emptiness
Her hair danced in the breeze as a dusting of chilly winter morning settled on her shoulders. Her frigid voice sounded like the arctic gale that caressed her ankles, seeping into her pale, opalescent skin. Her eyes glanced over at … Continue reading Amity
Good morning…seems I have forgotten to brush my hair again, how to exhale or remember what my name sounds like. I feel as though I don’t believe in anything anymore which really means I am handing broken pieces of myself … Continue reading Ego
She reaches out to him and takes his hand. In the silence, he feels terrified of her. So many words roll around his tongue but he swallows them back, leaving him breathless. Her eyes smile under the sunset set as … Continue reading Wishful Wishes
She stares out the window watching the pure snow gently fall to the ground. When she exhales, her warmth clouds the view. Her fingertips brush over the pane causing her to pause. Tears begin to fall as she clears the … Continue reading Waiting to Exhale
With eyes wide shut I am drawn to the voices in the distance. The gentle hand of laughter caresses my skin then pulls me to stand. I look around and as I feel my breathe pause, the sights and sounds … Continue reading Eyes Wide Shut
Sweet little butterfly, your love is gone. Too soon he was taken from you and now your delicate wings are heavy with grief. I reach out my hand but you pull away binding yourself in onyx threads of mourning. Your … Continue reading The Flight
I close my eyes and let the rhythm of the drums rise up from my feet and consume my body. My left foot moves to the beat and soon the right one follows. I hear the wind instruments drift along … Continue reading Reaching
During the spring of our lives, the hourglass of time is turned the second we are born. The delicate grains slowly sift down and land at the bottom. We are inundated with years of first smiles, laughs and steps that … Continue reading Feel the Time
I remember a biting cold winter day when my mind was opened up and I was reborn into a logophile. A five year old me became very ill and my father stayed by my side. He read me many stories and created tales just for us. When all of those efforts had been exhausted he left the room. Time ticked away and I was drifting off to sleep, he reappeared. Sitting next to me, I noticed 3 beautiful books in his hands. He leaned close to me and whispered he was going to show me his abditory. Kissing my … Continue reading Haibun Thinking
Inked Peacock Tales 