light sparks over the floor, hardwood gleaming golden - ancient wood glows new. walk downstairs, caress the banister, rings scraping along the metal. wear in the building, lovingly restoring it to its future self.
once, he asked her what would symbolize her love. she shrugged one shoulder, smiled neat white teeth. they spoke no more of it. (life proceeded just as usual) things changed, unnoticed, until the changes were too deeply embedded. (may as well be carved in stone) and after that she arranged a delivery. (picked at random… Continue reading Poetry 101 Rehab: Flora
i can't love you (you broke something)
i can't love you because i don't know you.
I have a lot of time for Madame Bovary, both character and novel. It's by no means the oldest book in my collection (ahem, Shakespeare; I see you there, Chaucer) or the longest (Tolstoy, Thackeray), but it's one of the first I developed affection for on my own. I could write a thousand words on why I… Continue reading Word Crush Wednesday: Madame Bovary
is this love, this which lingers on and on, or just a lasting daydream?
One of my old habits is idly skimming through pages of a book, or opening the book at random. I find that doing this sometimes gives me a new set of eyes for a quote or something if I know the text well. If I don't know it well then it's an excuse to see… Continue reading Word Crush Wednesday: Hamlet
My perception of relationships nowadays involves a heavy dose of technology. This is, after all, the twenty-first century. Originally when I saw this post I had ideas of a short story, but a rescan of the prompt saw me thinking about the social media side. Social media is something I use a fair bit. 'I'm… Continue reading It’s The 21st Century, I Love You