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Short Stories

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“Short stories are tiny windows into other
worlds and other minds and other dreams...
journeys you can make to the far side of the
universe and still be back in time for dinner.”
               - Neil Gaiman

 

Poetry

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"Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance."                                     
                                        -Carl Sandburg

Electric as Therapy

This, Mary, is after your time

but I still come here

Hoping to divine your expert opinion

Sure, everyone knows the story

and all good students of literature know

(even those who lied and watched the movie)

who the real monster is

Still, Mary, I devour the tales of you

more captivating to me

despite my love of sci fi and of horror

your life itself pumps my blood faster

the loss and grief and grasping impotence

of having nothing and everything

between your legs

And I know, Mary, you lost what I

will never even have in the first place

But rather empty egg sacks

Than babies dying in their cot

I understand the witch, wise with words

Conjuring up a resurrection

electric from your fingertips

But, Mary, isn’t he still an aberration?

I’m conversing with you

In my head, as they lay me down

trickle the sleep into my veins

and jolt me back to life

When, between the treatments,

my stitch marks all grow paler

Break

Say you need a break
Time away from me
A chance to focus on yourself
Let your mind be free

Everyday I understand
That I am hard to bear
Stuck in my pyjamas
Or in the bed upstairs

I try to be more fun
Scrape it from my bones
Play the girlfriend puppet
Made of sticks and stones

She cannot last for long
She always falls apart
Running through your fingers
You see she has no heart

The real me reaches out
But it’s like she has no hands
Nothing to grab hold of you
To help you understand

Because you are not in my head
You cannot hear the voices
Every day’s a battleground
I make a thousand choices

All of them are made for us
I choose to stay and fight
And though I lay down all the while
I use up all my might

I know I am a drain
So wrapped up in myself
Selfish and unable
To focus on your health

I’m not the me I thought I was
I wanted to be giving
Now I understand I’m not
All I am- is living

I wish I was like you
Could take a break from me
But I am stuck inside myself
Desperate to be free