Posted in Fiction, Short Stories, tagged Beautiful, Creative Writing, Fiction, Friends, Heartbreak, Loss, Short Stories, Short story, Writing on April 27, 2008 | 5 Comments »
I have a goldfish that swims in right hand circles in a bowl that sits on a shelf in my room. There’s something wrong with its left eye. I think it’s probably blind in that eye. This goldfish is orange and white, with random black spots of different shapes and sizes on its body, [...]
Posted in Fiction, Short Stories, tagged Creative Writing, death, Fiction, Mourning, murder, Poison, Short Stories, Writing on April 20, 2008 | 2 Comments »
She talks to the cool air that blankets and rides the waves and swells. Her feet, white as porcelain, slowly turning purple, and as wrinkled as a bathing child’s fingertips, struggle to keep their grip on the polished rocks. Her black dress is pressed flat to her thighs, her stomach and breasts by the [...]
Posted in Poetry, tagged Dreams, Poetry, Viscous Circle, Writing on April 8, 2008 | 2 Comments »
These Damn spots are driving me crazy. . .
Watching floaters waltz across my field of vision.
Changing pace and track at will,
on a path preconceived by no one.
With every spot born from the blurry edges of my sight,
I dream,
of endless flight.
Leading me to the future,
that bright white light.
And always, with anchors cast,
my heart’s dreams [...]
