(Published at The Writers Club) We’d met at a cafe over coffee.I swallowed spit, stuttering over my words,and loosened my tie.A rose bore its red pedals on… Read more “Memories Unwritten”
Author: AC
I am a former soldier and teacher. Among other things, I’m an avid runner, a self-published writer, and a pop-punk music enthusiast.
The Wedding Is Cancelled
From downstairs,I tussled with the clarityof movement in the bedroom.I crept up the stairs,holding the rail. Moans caught my ear’s attentionas I squinted through my tired eyes.My… Read more “The Wedding Is Cancelled”
Fighting In Love
Who’s to say it’ll ever be me?Certainly not meI compose memoriesthrough innocent infatuationwith a riddle that even I couldn’t decipher.I’d hitchhike back roads, striding over stoneswith blistered… Read more “Fighting In Love”
Time And Chance
It’s escaped happy days for me, anyway.Our suburban neighborhood mattered even less.Moments of indecision burn minuteswhich, without the hours,shifts time through awkward kisses.I should have glanced over… Read more “Time And Chance”
Insecure Walls Fall
My walls kept distancefrom her lips.A pocketful of tears;I’ve got morethan enoughfor windburned eyes.Under cover of darkness,I wriggled over a shattered wineglassshe cracked to shield the skeletonsin… Read more “Insecure Walls Fall”
Stumbling Over Love
I said no to drugs,but I’m drunk offher kiss.My thin lips joinedwith her sumptuous smile.I stumbled over my dialectsticking my tongue between herwords with an awkwardgulp.Amused, she… Read more “Stumbling Over Love”
Casket Closed
The news today,it was bleak, dark,and it shattered fatewith a climactic catalystof desolation.I can breathe her life,but heaven took her last breath.At her funeral, my watery eyesmisconstrued… Read more “Casket Closed”
Home For Christmas
“On your own again,” she said.“Pack your shit and hit the road.Go where time travels slowlyand the wildfires of hell refinewhat’s left of your soul.”She told me… Read more “Home For Christmas”
Unbearable Humor
I planned this all along.No, really, I did, she said.I found no humor in the November weather,but her eyes stirred warmth in my soul.With a slash of… Read more “Unbearable Humor”
You Called?
I hope you’re not offendedthat I call you so often.Rarely do they,but second chances happen.Heaven shed acid sprinkles,making splashesin a crystal lake of broken dreams.What voices whisperthrough… Read more “You Called?”
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