Month: July 2014

The Unknown Language of the Heart – A Poem

My heart was unable to speak. It would look at other people in love and wonder what they were saying to each other without speaking. What kind of unknown language passed between them? I despaired of ever finding someone who loved me deeply enough…

Dead Letters – A Short Story

Everything dies in the end. Even words. Poppy knew this better than anyone. She saw dead words every day. She was their mistress. Even when she was sleeping, she would hear the words. Words that would never reach their intended, never be read. As…

We Are All Part of the Same House – A Poem

While I was getting my coffee this morning, I noticed the barista was wearing a locket. Looking closer, I read the word “Slytherin” in a flowing script. Underneath, the serpent that represented the house was curled, as if lying in wait. I pointed to…

Living Words – A Poem

I woke one morning with words etched into my skin. I tried to read them in mirror, but the writing was backwards. My friends noticed the words and asked why I had tattooed myself with just a fraction of a sentence. I woke the…

People From My Past – A Poem

We were walking back from the coffee shop, drinks in hand, when I saw him. I gestured to her and made sure she had seen. I pointed to him, saying That’s my ex-husband. It was the first time I had seen him in six years. Later,…

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