Fissure

The line advances slowly Jagged and artificial As black as grim night Unending pitch dark She toes the line Tiptoe thin, fragile Spun like spiderwebs Silken in their mean And she dances lean Poetic in her moves Razor-thin and sharp Careful not to fall While the chasm deepens Between warring emotions Churning deep inside The … Continue reading Fissure

In Tongues

“But I don’t speak Russian,” he told her as he looked at the sign above what appeared to be a tavern. She looked at him in puzzlement because it seemed she only spoke Russian. Shaking her head, she tried a different approach to get him to understand. “Я хочу вам правильный путь. Я хочу вас, … Continue reading In Tongues

Juxtaposed

He sat across from his girlfriend in the ice cream shoppe, but he paid her no mind. She sat with her back to the counter so she didn’t see the couple in the long queue for ice cream on the lovely summer’s day. She was savoring her coffee crunch double scoop before it melted clear … Continue reading Juxtaposed