Raw Earth Ink
spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Category: Prose
So Small for a Love So Large
When I held him in my arms, he was so small. So small. I cried oh god how I cried. I asked, is there anything we can do? The doctor said, I’m sorry no, he’s just too small. I cried harder. Please, I’ll do… Continue Reading “So Small for a Love So Large”
Memories in Withdrawal
When they placed him in my arms, he weighed nothing at all I didn’t even know how to hold him The moment I looked into his face, I felt something burst and bloom in my heart Something I had never felt before and never… Continue Reading “Memories in Withdrawal”
The Release of Shame
When I was in high school, Jeremiah was my best friend. I lived the farthest away from that rural school than anyone else, over in the next town. Every school morning my mom would drive me the mile from our house to the elementary… Continue Reading “The Release of Shame”
In The Dim Light
It’s in the middle of the night that I miss you most. Your body beside me. Soft and warm. When I could turn over and stroke your face, your throat, your belly. Your thigh. The dark hours becoming a tinge of grey near the… Continue Reading “In The Dim Light”
Put The Work In
Be willing to put the hard work into yourself. Look at your own actions and thoughts with a clear mind. Forgiveness is hard work. Being honest with yourself is hard work. Stepping out of your comfort zone is hard work. Admitting You Were Wrong… Continue Reading “Put The Work In”
Dark Embrace
I can feel them, the icy cold hands, my inner demons. They’ve taken a hold and are pulling me down. I don’t think I can fight them this time. I’m not strong enough. Not only am I not strong enough but the old doubts… Continue Reading “Dark Embrace”
A Journal for Damned Lovers
Days without you in them are barely days at all. Almost doomed to repeat and stagnant for I want every kiss in the morning with you and every cuddle good night. I want to be your countertop lunchtime hug and mid afternoon on my… Continue Reading “A Journal for Damned Lovers”
The Cycle of Life part I
The first note of awareness wasn’t a quick sharp thing. It was a greying at the edges of deep black. A slow brightening. A stretching. And then you were. There had been violence to your creation. There was all around you essence of something… Continue Reading “The Cycle of Life part I”
