It took a long time for me to consider myself a writer. I still struggle with saying it. I started writing at a young age to work through feelings I didn’t dare tell anyone. I learned that once you start writing, it becomes a part of you. It’s something you always go back to whenever you are overwhelmed with certain emotions. People don’t always listen to your words, but the paper always listens to the pen.
Review – I Needed a Viking by Alfa
Many authors have a way of touching the heart, but Alfa reaches deeper. She speaks to the soul. In I Needed a Viking, she reminds us of our own strength. She raises us up and readies us for battle because who better to fight for us than us. In the first section,...
waiting on answers from the sky.
we exist in this summer haze, days trailing into nights we sit beneath midnight skies painted obsidian and aubergine, sipping on Guinness and cider and talking about life and love and the ache of it all we keep waiting on this new moon to impart its infinite wisdom,...
rulers.
we reign in the dream sea, the waves crashing into us in random synchronicity as we call them home they recognize the salt living in our bones, the breath of oceans roaring in our souls we sit on thrones made of sequins and stars, dressed in crowns of precious coral...
mornings can be magic.
sunrise paints the sky with a breath of poetry, all cantaloupe and mint and the same misty morning blue that lives in your eyes we speak in silent languages, in wisps and wants, in feathery clouds that flutter gently against your skin, in silent pictures etched across...
i do not care to reminisce with your days of deceit.
i am walking forwards, but time is moving backwards and somehow, i keep tracing your footsteps i keep running into you you celebrate you call it fate, but you know i’ve never believed in that not the way i believe in ghosts or horoscopes or bonds that can’t be broken...
she is summer.
summer always reminds me of her, the feel of line dried clean sheets, the smell of strawberry rhubarb jam being made in the kitchen along with fresh bread and fig cake with pomegranate i wait by the window for the june rains, the heat ushering in wistful memories of...
watch her glow like the moon.
glimmering gold and lavender love pretty pulses of healing, starlight infused into screaming veins, hope shimmering across the universe of a soul whose only ever known how pain bleeds, peace radiating through the home of bones too familiar with agony there is a...
the time is now.
Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash you were all wiles and charms, sensual depths dancing behind midnight eyes and lips that devoured my secrets i gave no resistance you always knew how to play me like a melody, a pied piper beckoning with velvet words and a lyre of lies...
i am in love with your light.
i dropped through the gray fog on a wild flight beyond the edge of night, and landed in the colors of June i fell into a bright burn world raining roses and stardust i fell into y o u r world, all spring breeze and a summer love covered in sunflower petals, and i was...
we could’ve been a masterpiece.
you said we used to be brilliant we used to shine like the sun we used to paint the town with the rhythm of our love but the only color we know now is the color of deceit we draw lines across the city, words etched like hexes from north to south you stay on your side,...