Poem: Warrior Spirit

Hair black as the raven
Circling the field of bodies below
The first kill was memorable
The thousandth was forgettable

Poem: Weather Girl

When it’s cold outside and
The rain is falling in sheets
Grey and colorless as I feel
On the inside I think about
Marie in her blue sundress

Poem: Blue

Blue is the color of her eyes
That turn a deeper shade
Of cerulean when reflecting
The clarity of summer skies

Blue like the deep of a lake
Her azure soul is filled
With experiences lived
Reflecting love and heartache

Short Story: Looking for Something

A hand with painted nails caresses the wall in the dark before finding the light switch. Fluorescent lights flicker on, casting the entire room in the whitest of white lights. No shadows tread under their radiance.

With swaying hips, her presence fills the sparse room that smells of sweet perfumes and sin.

At the far end of the space, antique furniture made by an artisan’s loving hand, arranged in a semicircle. There was a trunk of deep mahogany with crushed velvet lining, an ornately carved wardrobe made of solid walnut, a painted vanity splayed with beauty products, and a perfectly polished full-length mirror.

The keepers of her treasures awaited their mistress to explore their depths.