Literally being super quick about this. I’m working on posting the whole story of Graveyard of Lullabies to buymeacoffee. Go check that out if you’re interested. Here’s a poem for December to allay my conscious of trying to post a poem every month, and failing in November, unless you count a poem I posted onContinue reading “quick announcement post”
Monthly Archives: December 2021
Shatter (a lonely Christmas poem)
One, wait for the light to come on again. You ain’t ever going to kill hope because if you did I’d be a dead girl out of matchsticks.
Cory’s Story: this glow growing in the dark
Hello!
Hello. How are you? I like your door.
I can make it glow. Do you like glowing things? Glowing things are my favorite. They’re bright and sunny and happy.
Cory’s Story: flashbacks in red/12 burdens by the bedside
How are you Scarlet?
I am feeling…I am.
Are you doing better than yesterday?
What is yesterday? What are you?
Cory’s Story: to drink of bitter starlight
I think it’s great that you believe in magic.
Sure.
Do you have a name? My name’s Cory.
Yeah.
Great! What is it?
Shadow. But I can tell you don’t believe me.
Cory’s Story: when the moon fell to the empty ocean and cried
I believe in magic.
Good for you, I guess.
I always will.
Okay. I was going to introduce myself. The name’s Cory.
Magic doesn’t stop being magic. I asked it.
Cory’s Story: Giants’ bodies and a courage to pretend
I have a question, Cory.
Yes?
Why are you all giants?
I suppose it must seem that way, with your small door in these large hallways. I don’t know. I hadn’t ever thought of myself as a giant.
Cory’s Story: The drooping cactus and trips for snow
Cory stuffed his head under the pillows, drowning out the sounds of shouting. The bed still shook though. Like vicious tides through bedposts and mattress.
Lifting pillowcase fringe from his vision, he stared at the window, through the empty space in the row of cacti pots. The glittering snow ran like white eraser past the panes.
Cory’s Story: Silent pleas and what Ani sees
Cory’s stomach growled. He took that as a cue to lower his left leg and prop up his right one. He untied Ripple’s boots. Tied them up again. They were dusty boots. Where had they been before this to get dusty boots?