by Cindy | Oct 18, 2017 | Poetry
You might think that the villain I’m going to describe to you is something I have known, seen, and felt personally. You might think that the enemy on my mind is something as sorrowful as sin, grief, or the stony, unsteady roads of writer’s block. But I am going to...
by Cindy | Oct 4, 2017 | Poetry
If all my words were currency, were magic and were spells, I’d write the world into a place where they could buy and sell. I’d have castles built from poetry, and mountains raised from song; the rushing rain would fall in colors and my favorite books last long. I...
by Cindy | Aug 9, 2017 | Poetry
I see the world two different ways. Day-old tea and dried petals, spilled and scattered. Broken mirrors, envelopes left unopened. Blotchy smudges of newspaper records, and the words that left paper cuts. Artificial flowers and smiles. Bloody battlefields and fractured...
by Cindy | Jul 19, 2017 | Poetry
The idea of sound has always been one of my favorites. To watch fireworks as they hit the top of an inky black sky and shudder delightedly at the boom that follows. To touch the frosted window as the snowflakes dissolve into teardrops and hear the howling of the wind...
by Cindy | Jun 14, 2017 | Poetry
Captain’s Log, Stardate 70797.4 For thirteen hours and twenty-four minutes, we have tailed the cosmic trail of the vandalizing devils who dared damage our ship’s hyperdrive. I stare out the glass and into the black that seems to be the color of my mood. The...
