The days passed in lazy friendship, while Girl's bruises and aches slowly started to heal. Finally came the day when she was tired of behaving sensibly, and hanging around the cabin all the time. No matter how entertaining - or infuriating, or amusing - the Bear could be, she was aware that the world around them was beautiful, and she was seeing only the part she could witness from the ..read more

It was only a shadow's whisper touching lips with a silent kiss  soft as the winds gathering memories  beneath the valance of the moonlight  and the webs through a looking glass    of a poetic scholar in braille, alluring   enticed by the lyrical...        ..read more

We had moved, thousands of miles away. Dad claimed it was a job transfer, but I knew the real reason. I knew it was because of the shadow in the house.  At first, my parents didn't believe me. Said I was just hearing things; all in my head. Then, out of the blue, Dad announced a job offer, ironically very far away.  I felt safer the first night after the move. There was something ..read more

I scream out in agony, he just smiles. I tell him I hate him, still, he smiles. The pain is so bad, it's all his doing. Why did he do this to me, I hate him. No apology from the man who caused me so much pain. I scream out. "Get away from me, you did this." The pain is so bad. Will it ever end?   And then he starts to cry. My pain and hate turns to love, the greatest love as he ..read more

Camping. Love it or hate it, it sucks. Rainy tent erection. Sucks. Boisterous drunken neighbours. Sucks. Mosquitoes. Every single one of them sucks. What doesn't suck are the shared lasting memories that are both measurable and immeasurable. The indelible ties that bind. The best of which involve firsts. This year, in the shadow and under the stars of our glorious Rocky Mountains, we shared ..read more

To everyone in the room, she seemed like a normal girl, wearing Vans, blue jeans and a red hoodie. Her hands were both raised high above her head, swaying to music from her iPod. Sierra's body molded the jeans nicely. No one knew what was on her iPod, but it was mostly French music and several types of electronica.  The bus was crowded and warm. But all eyes were on the girl that could ..read more

To everyone in the room, she seemed like just a normal girl wearing Vans, blue jeans, and a red hoodie. No one really paid her much attention as she walked to the back of the bar and settled into a booth. Maureen did notice the girl as she came out of the kitchen. The server looked the girl over carefully. She decided that ID needed to be checked. This new patron did not look nineteen ..read more

To everyone in the room, she seemed like a normal girl, wearing Vans, blue jeans and a red hoodie. Her hands were both raised high above her head, swaying to music from her iPod. Sierra's body molded the jeans nicely. No one knew what was on her iPod, but it was mostly French music and several types of electronica.  The bus was crowded and warm. But all eyes were on the girl that could ..read more

To everyone in the room, she seemed like just a normal girl wearing Vans, blue jeans, and a red hoodie. Except for one, for him, she's the antithesis of normal. His baby-blue eyes focus; sartorial elegance, that's true, but he's hearing the clarion call of love from the heartbeat under that regular hoodie. She's his everything; his eyes fill with tears. Then his whimper, barely heard ..read more

The winds of lariat catching me a rainbow sleeping in the warmth of the noon-day sun listening to the rain whisper your name longing for love in the shadows of your breath as my kiss settles on a prayer I am thus the winds of a lariat The tether breathes and circles around my head as I begin to throw wrapped around a heart that was once made of marbled stone you don't know how much my ..read more