Tag: creative writing

Crosshatch

We had a good talk today. I was standing at the sliding glass door, staring out into the world. You were preparing something to eat, near me, in the kitchen. It was about something deeply philosophical, I’m sure. My mind was wanting to react defensively, but I know your challenges are only ever to help…


one true voice

play on, you symphony of madness. blast the horns counter to the rhythm, rake the strings with angst and anxiety. pound the timpani with closed fists for all i care. you won’t slow me down now. i can hear the one true voice, resonant and solely relevant, regardless of your redundant crowd of dissonance. like…