The Blossoming Of Veronica – Part Eight: Drifting

"Chasing rainbows through the cracks of in-between, where the ghosts of who we were still whisper."

It was Henry who still fought.He served breakfast in bed. Strong, motherfucking coffee for me, honeyed tea for her. Bacon and pancakes laced in syrup. And on my plate, a small square of Belgian chocolate. The ones that would have...

The Portico Of Glory

"Uncover hidden truths in a tale where love challenges faith and secrecy."

The night draped over the Cathedral of Santiago de Compostela like a dark shroud, its towers soaring majestically against the starlit sky. Valeria moved with determined steps, passing through the cathedral's doors, her eyes lifting to the Portico of Glory,...

You see women all the time boasting their femininity, flaunting a beauty claimed by their gender, and rightfully so. I knew I would grow up to be one of them. Like the ones in the magazines showing off their womanly figure....

Plasmic

"No, it's not about Verbal . . ."

First I caredThen I didn'tJust like magicJust not there How exciting!How exotic!All so different!Yet still me First I loved himThen forgot himPlasmic pithInhabiting It's within meThen about meInside, outsideHere, then gone FascinatingAlways changingYet me, remainingAll along.