A youngish man in an oilskin coat scratched his red beard and leaned on the railing of the lighthouse – his lighthouse, with black ivy crawling up the whitewashed sides. Dark clouds quilted the
There’s something about the light crashing against the walls, or maybe it’s the way her sheets lie on the floor, the way scattered textbooks bleed into the carpet, the way her
Faded doors, Faded lives. Hearts will always sacrifice The things we want, The things we need, And at the end, Our hearts impede This lie we live Of up and down And all
I’m looking back, As I oft do when thinking of you And I wonder, Are you remembering those times, too? If I asked you, what would you say? I’m looking back,
Still here a child of the mud and meadow With sunshine curls and eyes of darkest pine There’s one from whom our hopes and dreams will grow. With feet that dance unclad
I’m not sure how long I’ve been at it— Walking aimlessly for miles, Straying further and further away From the oasis of your embrace. With no real reason to escape More
I would give you all the stars in my eyes. I would weave you silks from my hair, And build you palaces of my bones In the midst of forests grown from my
“Who is she and what is she doing in my sight?” I tapped one finger against my gilded throne while rubbing my other hand across my stubble. It was just thick enough to
Thump da dum. Thump da dum. Thump da da dum. Repeat. Shrieking, chanting, wild cries in a guttural language. The popping and crackle of a roaring bonfire consuming logs like toothpicks. And through
Daddy's little helper on the roof? Well, yeah. Ever since I was seven years old, I didn't have any brothers around the house. I was It. I helped Daddy build the fence, mow
Written in collaboration with Dr. Benson. I used to have a grudge against my college dorm because of all the dorms on the Bob Jones University campus, it was the furthest away from
LET ME OUT! June felt a screech rise from the back of her head. She pinched her eyes shut and shook her head irritably. Stacks of order forms and their meaningless words swam
I was exhausted, but my excitement gave me an energy I had never known before. My eyes were glued to the silver shape that hung in the blackness like a diamond on black
“That dress is much too heavy for you. Give it to me.” Deirdre snatched the violet silk gown from Cynthia’s arms. “But it’s mine. My father gave that to me.” Cynthia
“Rusty, where does this spatula go?” I held up a heat-weathered and browning object of undetermined age, perfect for flipping ham in a skillet. Rusty, a heat-weathered and browning object himself, unbent himself