This is an old poem. I like it very much. There’s a place in my memory. A place with green grass growing near rocks that jut up, While the ocean smashes against the shore And wind, sweet wind blows. Sun shines down on you and me So young and so free; Right then, that … More Faded
Her alarm woke her up like it did every morning. She hated the morning and hated the alarm more, but she couldn’t bring herself to destroy it. She knew she didn’t dare. She looked over at him. He always slept through his alarms. She had known him for a lifetime, it seemed. He was … More When the Rains Come
Flowers bloomed early that year. The sun rose and shone with more warmth than most years. She used to plant these when it was summer. He would watch her water the flowers and in his memory these images were preferable to others. They were an old friend he could call on now, sometimes. The girl … More The Girl With the Sunkissed Hair
Roma, Italia The early morning fog is heavy. It sticks to my sweaty skin. It is cold this morning, around ten degrees Celsius. Anna is sleeping in our small bed of an apartment only half a kilometre from the Vatican. I am walking to Piazza Giuseppe Garibaldi; it is a hill near the River Tiber. … More L’Ultimo
“We should go on a ride sometime.” Dave looks at me with his bright blue eyes. “We should go.” “I know.” I say to him. The evening stretches our shadows, our shapes grow and reach for eternity. The night will be here soon and they long to get away. Dave stands by his bike. It’s … More Sooner or Later
In rained today, a soft mist like it does on the coast sometimes. The water slowly soaks you through and you can feel it and smell the grass and trees drinking drinking it all. She looks over my shoulder. “You couldn’t have gotten that wet; you’ve only been out for a few minutes today.” A … More A Package in the Rain
I’m sick. It’s seven in the morning. My damned internal alarm clock won’t let me sleep this hangover off. It’s the only one I’ll have on this Island. I promise. I pace through the kitchen. I pace through the living room. I run to the toilet. I’m sick. It goes on like this for an … More No Ka Oi
The smoke would sting your eyes and was constantly veiling everything. It would permeate your clothing. He walked through it and it was like walking through an eternal sheet hanging on a clothesline in the summer. Fifty years old and still going to these places. He was getting to old for this, he thought as … More Fate
There is a room that exists. It is called the quietest room in the universe. It is so quiet that one can hear their organs inside their own body. The longest a person has been able to stay in this room is forty five minutes. The silence maddens a person. It is a lonely, decent … More A Lonely Decent Place
It’s six thirty in the morning. The birds have just started calling. They’re different in the tropics than anywhere else. They are obnoxious, like a fat woman in the store complaining about the price of chicken. But they fit, for some reason, and he finds their noise comforting. The sun isn’t up yet and it’s … More Ahulani
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