The Black Mist (a poem)

The black mist rolled around me

And the vase shattered into a million pieces

The flower petals it once held

Orange, red and yellow, they were all scattered around

The pieces are now jagged and sharp

Piercing my skin deeply with every try to collect them

Maybe I’ll make a mosaic of them one day

And hopefully that image is as lovely as the vase used to be

(Photo by Fabien TWB on Unsplash)

Burying my Blackened Heart (a poem)

I buried my heart in the backyard
And I must say, I did not regret it
My heart was black and soiled
And underneath the fertile soil,
I felt it beating and throbbing

Please, don’t think I’m heartless now
After this, I am only endowed
With great powers of perception
That enable me to disavow
The curse of my ancestry

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Healing for Broken Hearts (flash fiction)

Here’s a piece of fantasy flash fiction about what happens to the pieces of our broken hearts. It’s actually quite hopeful (see – I don’t write horror all the time!) It’s about 550 words and has an estimated reading time of 2 minutes. Let me know what you think!

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Daisies & Heartbreak (a haibun)

I hand her a bouquet of flowers in the shadows: daisies, her favorite. A token of my love, a symbol of my guilt. For my sins, my mistake. It is a peace offering, made in the dying light of our backyard.

She accepts daisies
Takes them and leaves for good
Relationship done

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Scarred Heart (a poem)

my fragile heart

cannot bear this world –

my heart is hard, scarred

after witnessing breaks of

societal conduct

street-rioters that make me

want to flee

to calmer colony planets

in sci-fi futures

where utopian dreams

are realized & we live up

to our potentials

(Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash)