The Metaphorical Man

His hands are heat, soothing and burning in the same instance. His eyes are jagged ice, sculpted into the face of an angel. His voice is salt, flavorful in a pinch, overpowering in a spoonful. His...

Out of the Woodwork

Sometimes you don’t see them. Sometimes you do, But you don’t know what they are thinking of you. They watch you With love, Kindness, And concern, But you don’t know it. They see...

On Second Thought, Don’t Let It Snow

Peaceful, serene, beautiful A comforting blanket of white Until the minute you step outside   It’s hard to see the beauty in winter, when you can barely even breathe, let alone see The...

“The Drive”

The drive was the very worst, Under canopies of trees it was evident our quiet conversation was clearly coerced   Flowers we nurtured together died of thirst and left behind petals soaked...

I’ll Find Them Singing

I’ve seen my fair share of sadness And of happiness on the way I’ve heard the call of the silent Growing louder every day   It hits the walls and echoes Reverberating in my...

Inkwell Spotlight: ‘The Sailing Wife’

Some carve a stone, some leave a wreath, some light a candle, and some shed tears at the sight of a plaque for those beneath. But, when I fall to reveries of the sound of her voice, or the curve of her...