Me, dis-invited?I figured as much.Don’t blame attendees.My affections claw at my sleeve,examining the world over my voice.Settling in your head,ruminating over last night’sbedroom talk.What’s best for usis… Read more “Pity Party”
Category: anxiety
Tears Over Miscommunication
Tears from Anna’s eyesstream salt to her lips.Whatever I said,I meant only in my head.Sobs and shakes drawchills the length of her spine.I calculated an overstatementof cheap… Read more “Tears Over Miscommunication”
Sinister Sunday Drive
Tara enjoyed Sunday evening drives. I was getting sick of driving in the winter chill. Not even the light forecasted snowflakes slapping the windshield could deter us… Read more “Sinister Sunday Drive”
Memories Unwritten
(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 petals on… Read more “Memories Unwritten”
This Feels Right
I washed shyness down,sipping cheap white wine.Innocent enough to touch,we rested by the fireplacenear the couch,melting the quiver in her lower lip.As if in a drought,her mouth… Read more “This Feels Right”
Leap in Trust
The front door is the sky’s limit,Hannah told me through dead eyesI’d never leave her sight.We’d never forget this night.I hunted dreams echoing misguidedlies upon which she… Read more “Leap in Trust”
Autumn Parking Rebel
Parking tickets make her wet;Her way of breaking the lawbeing a rebel;waving a middle finger at the authorities.She’s screaming into a phoneto a lonely, sad boy,holding the… Read more “Autumn Parking Rebel”
Fear of Rejection
I hold a red rose to your nosebecause you’re allergicto affection.I hurt youbecause killingme softlyfoils my backup plans,slathering memorieson the wall;like the trigger of a loaded gun,my… Read more “Fear of Rejection”
First Date
We met at a dive bar over a cold beer, discussingwho we are and what we want to be.My heart raced, tracing each word from her lips.Our… Read more “First Date”
Scared of Commitment
Happiness finds its use inthe sparkle of your green eyes,shining anxious insecuritythat knots my tongue.But the changing ofthe seasongives you reasonsto doubt what youthought you meantyou knew… Read more “Scared of Commitment”