Letters to My Muse #1

You know, they say if you capture a writer's heart, you never really die; I wonder if that's true. It seems so unfair that you could steal a heart and gain immortality, sacrificing me for yourself. That seems more like the Aztecs than modern-day America. Though, I have to say, falling for you was a... Continue Reading →


  Always. There's just something about that word. can send chills down my spine, Like no other I've ever heard. I fear its finality, The way it can sound like a cold clank, like a jail cell slamming shut. Caging me in....for always. Other times, I bask in its comfort It's the soft thud of... Continue Reading →

But Life Went On

I sat down to write you a line, But life went on. Now you seem so unreal to me a ghost flitting through my past, in my heart, in my mind. You have this strange way of returning to me It's odd to think I don't know you anymore My dearest friend. I'd hoped to... Continue Reading →

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