Accents – More of the same free write

My name on my tongue is a taste I don’t know, something I never became familiar with. Its syllables are a mystery, open to interpretation, bestowed upon me by a pair of young birds with a different accent than the young who grew up in their nest. They gave me a love for the mountains, […]

Night Self Neglect – Part of a 3-hour free write.

I felt the glance like the moon felt the sun – something desired but so foreign. Ceaseless waiting is something that belongs to the night, but it doesn’t shy back from the daytime, rather lifting its head and closing its eyes against the light. It’s more ready than me, a little more aware, quietly willing […]