A Restless Reader

  • Where Water Lingers

    We are just as fast as we used to be. It is the world that has slowed down, Pulled to a halt before our aching wings. The shift in momentum—so jarring that We’ve grown more cautious of the wind. We’ve lost the urgency to move…

  • Honeysuckle

    Tired and hollow, I’ve been scraped of my marrow. There’s little left to love but the hope of it. I used to be so afraid to miss it. Now, I’m content tending to my own shadow. It’s a sweet thing you often forget Until you…

  • Borrowed Fleece

    A wolf you are in borrowed fleece, With scarlet in your thread. You speak in smiles and silken peace, Yet veil the truth instead. You fooled me once, and once again— I saw it far too late. And if you lied to me today, I’d…

  • Dichotomy

    The closer I draw to you, the farther you slip,A breath away, yet always just beyond my touch.Each step I take feels weighted, slow—For every inch, two more stretch ahead,A distance that widens as I move,A tether that tightens, but never snaps. Time, sharp as…

  • Perfect

    P ieced together with every color I’ve imagined. AnE pitome of beauty and wonder—divine. TheR adiance of my soul. New found peace in your wake. GoodF ortune overflowing, I swore it fake. YourE yes show no judgment. I am me. Simply. High-boneC heeks blushed like…

  • Fear

    I am the monster that you seek The Boo Hag The Baba Yaga The witch in the cabin—come to gobble you Plenty—full I am the host of ill will—a master of malice I am your wildest dreams The one you can never catch but will…

  • The Paradox

    I want to live, though I am prepared to die. I hope it is painless, but I hope it slow—slow, so that I may have the time to thank those who have changed me. If I might see hope, I pray it is brilliant and…

  • There You Are

    The sky was a deepening shade of periwinkle, with clouds streaked in gold and pumpkin hues, their edges glowing like embers from the setting sun. It was the kind of evening he’d found himself in often, waiting breathlessly for that switch in the universe—the Golden…

  • Masking

    I sometimes pretend to be someone else,but I quickly find that I don’t like them either. No one ever told me what I’m supposed to do with my hands.It always feels like they belong to someone else—somewhere else.I’m either a robot, or I’m angry, or…

  • The Redwood Guardian

    Her silhouette remained stained in his visionStill laying silently on the cold of the pillowGolden hair messy like snapped harp stringsCheeks pressed almond eyes into half-crescents She was the moon—he was the waterHer absence caused his soul to rippleAnd there was something in the wayShe’d…

  • the dash.

    I’m careful with my time. I live just on the dash—between the beginning and the end. We all have it on our tombstones but we sum it up with “Beloved Friend.” They say, “Rest easy,” but I’ve found I’m much more likely to fight than…

  • Unguarded

    Son of my son’s son, You will be told I was too gentle. Just know—the father of your father’s father Was not taught to be as guarded as you. For this I am quite grateful. You see, I have known only a mother’s love. She…

  • Fresh Mint

    Fidelity is a hard color for a fool to wear They will hold it in their handlike smokeand watch as the wind carries it away As if its ashes smell of young cinnamonthey will follow it blindlybut only while it pleases them Though sooneverything will…

  • The Thought of You

    Falling fast, the snowflake crumbles.Slipping, sliding as it stumbles. Knee deep, I chase after you.Your footsteps imprintedare too large You turn to noticeAnd now I’m on your shoulders. The footsteps look smallerfrom so high upfarther awayand soon gone forever To reach, to dream, to slip,…

  • Irony

    I love the way you laugh and I love the way you singI love how all life’s bitterness just crumbles to your feetAnd you walk on it so gracefully on you way back to the moonYou could make a floating garden out of dust if…

  • To Fall Asleep Beneath a Willow Tree

    He’s heading to the altar, but for what he will not say.The path is lit with skeletons and candles along the way.“Shush,” he says, “they’ll hear us, you creaking bones of mine.”I used you poorly in youth, and with that, there comes a fine.Those questions…

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