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You Are Everything Wonderful – A Poem

 Tomorrow is the 4 year Anniversary of when I first met my Husband. Our first wedding anniversary is on the 15th of April, but I didn’t want to let the day that I met him pass by with telling him how much he means...

The Butterfly Mirror – A Short Story

All around him there was the sound of flutes. The music made him think of the movement of butterflies caught in the wind. A woman came towards him, seeming to float rather than walk. She had light brown hair that framed her face in...

The Scent of Joy – A Short Story

I had been climbing for what seemed like days. The mountain had seemed small at first, but it grew continually larger with each step I took along its steep terrain. It took me days to reach the top of the mountain, but it felt...

Monster for Love – A Poem

When I awoke, my body felt as if it had been broken and sewn back together, only the pieces of my body weren’t all mine. My body was re-created, three pieces came together to make a whole. They whispered their names, these smoky others,...

The Bright Light of Joy – A Poem

When she looked at me, all I saw were eyes that were filled with pity. The tears fell from her eyes and slid along her cheeks, looking like jewels made from her sadness. She passed the jewels to me, putting her tears into my...

The Colour of Our Love – A Flash Fiction Story

He could see to the edge of the earth and back. The sky itself became his canvass. He watched the cosmos put on their light show for him. It was always different, punctuated by comets and shooting stars, the sky changing from a dusky...

The House Inside of Me – A Poem

My body is built from walls of bone. They have been covered with wallpaper in a soft coloured hue. There are hardwood floors that run throughout the house. They’ve suffered some water damage and have become warped over time, so walking might be a...

A Pathway of Stars – A Poem

* This poem is for Christine, the brightest Star I know.

A Seed About to Grow – A Poem

Sometimes, when I am asleep, I dream of who I used to be, who I left behind. I can usually see his shadow first, made of smoke and mist. I watch as he stumbles, as he tries to do control a body that is...

Your Glorious Magic – A Poem

Though I struggle with a lot, loving you is the easiest thing to do. I don’t have to even think about it, my love for you is a constant vibration that shines through me like the sun. Though I may have difficulties that often...