"Time travel back to the 50s."
Beth Taylor, a fresh-faced twenty-two-year-old, semi-attached lesbian sat in her spartan apartment glancing through travel brochures. Since graduating from THE Ohio State University in the Spring she was determined to do more traveling than a clumsy NBA guard. Her options...
"An unexpected reunion yields pleasure that transcends time and reality."
I knew it was her by her eyes. I had changed a lot, but she hadn’t. I remembered those eyes.They weren’t the first thing I noticed the first time I saw her. Her breasts, covered yet displayed by a peach...
My eyes are clouded overRemembering you in sepia and nostalgiaThe way only I could see youEverything I ever thought you wereEvery detail I embracedAll the small thingsFrom your favourite colorTo the songs you sharedThe pictures of you begin to fadeTaken...
If you ever think of me sometime...If you ever remember my name...If you ever wonder about me…Just know I used to love youfar more than you can fathom.I did not need to justifysome minutes of madness.Everything was perfect in itselfexcept...
Time is echoes and snapshots afterwards.In the fevered dark with a bare heartstill drumming against my own,scared and almost unknowable,your heat thrumming everywhere,I think that nothing will ebb away.That we'll emit this strange hallowed energy forever,that we can press tightly...
I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw her standing across the road, eating her favourite doughnut. It was her - I would recognize that hair anywhere. She turned towards me, her long coat flapping in the wind, and my...
"Hiraeth: nostalgia tinged with sadness over loss and a yearning for a place that may never have been"
Nostalgia yearns for places never found,We search in hope, with joy, and trusting sighs;Hiraeth is ours, both souls are homeward bound.The hollow echoes with a birdlike sound,A song is heard, it crests and gently dies;Nostalgia yearns for places never found.We found...
Little yellow trumpet,Defiant lest frost encroachesGarden whore, lemon strumpetNodding gaily, as spring approaches Narcissus, you vainly watchThrough my window – a looking glassIn your bed, she’s another notchSmiling petals, as bold as brass Betwixt the snowdops and the crocusYour amber...
"The loneliness of the lighthouse keeper"
I watch the waves crash against the rocks, feeling the spray on my face, It's nice to stand here, to listen and contemplate in this deserted place. The sky is blue and grey, the sea reflecting its angry stare like...
"Joanna is reminded of a love that got away."
Tuesday 22 February 2011. Twelve fifty-five pm. That was when a devastating earthquake hit my home town of Christchurch, New Zealand, after which nothing in this city will ever be the same again. Unbeknown to me at the time, that...
