On the night you were born Your father raised your face to moonlight and the world turned silver. We felt the drumming of a heart and raised you an army to stand by your side. Raise your head, Child. You are tethered to Light.
She was full of birdsong at sunrise written notes, long conversation a sin and a prayer the scent of cut lemon and crushed rose Seventies rock and shuffling blues With a little bit of save the world And I loved her for all that she thought she wasn’t ~cashmere and cotton
~ draft scene Early morning sunlight crept in through the open window and kissed her on the shoulder. He watched her sleep. Studied each soft inhale and exhale of breath, traced a lock of hair across the pillowcase. The hair she refused to cut. Her signature, a self-styled rebellion against time and fashion mores. Light crept across the bed, unveiling her face in real- … Read More
It was over. The memory of tail lights lingered in his mind. She’s taunting me. Roy lit a smoke and stared across the water. Rain fell like tears and rolled over the pavement. The lonesome moan of a tug echoed in the distance. He felt his pulse pump like a bass line. As his forehead touched the rail, he closed his eyes in prayer. … Read More