• Creative nonfiction

    To the girl I love

    She has the most intoxicating laugh I’ve ever heard. The first time I heard it, I was at a loss for words, my thoughts were a mess, and all I could think of was that I wanted to keep giving her reasons to laugh, for as long as we both lived. She is like the sun, and I’m not just talking about the way she looks, even though her beauty is certainly radiant. She is like the sun, in that she’s the life of the party. She knows how to get along with just about anybody, she knows how to make people feel at ease in her company. She gives…

  • Poetry

    The Untold Story

    We met at my house a couple of months ago, You stood at my door with a smile, standing tall, I opened the door with a smile and open arms, Beckoning you in, whilst leaning against the wall, You waltzed in with grace and sat perched at the foot of my bed, Staring at me with searching eyes, I wondered about the thoughts floating about in your head, Pondering about the words you once said, if they were truth or just lies, The air between us was silent, and yet filled with weighty words unsaid, So I laid back down on my bed, shifting uncomfortably as I read, You filled…

  • Creative writing

    The other woman

    Shapeshifter, Look at all your many beautiful forms, Look at all your trophies, Look at all you’ve won, Look at how you’ve got the crowd enchanted, And yet you are at unease in your own home, The demons you invited have made it an unfriendly place, And you sadly have to face it alone, So you drink, and smoke, and curse, Because you know he will never be yours, Because you know that despite the act you put up of being tough, Your fear of being irreparably damaged, whispers to you that you are not enough. ©Hermit — In all the books, the other woman is always the villain, she’s…