We used to live here
We used to live here
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Author Archives: Caleb N.
Peace
I must sleep now
but I can’t remember how…
Must I close my eyes?
Of Mornings and Thoughts
Maybe the ones we really care about are not the ones we sleep with…
Maybe they are the thoughts that wake us up; the ones we wake up with.
Nippy
Nippy mornings… pages, notes, dances of pen on paper, red, blue, a fever, a longing… branches outside… full dry foliage, …
Skyline
In the distance, the structure loomed, resting complacently against a backdrop of grey dewy sky. Chima pushed a button and glanced at his watch. More than glanced actually. Watched. He watched the sweeping hand measuring seconds, illuminated by built-in incandescence…
Sun
Like the sun
she is to be loved from afar
as her colours burn
and rays spar.
That Friend
That Friend
Warmth
The morning it happened, was like any other. He was driving. They were headed for a resort, a weekend getaway, for a taste of ocean air and night. It was sunrise and little sparks of light were shooting at him from behind trees. She was by his side, they were arguing about something he couldn’t remember. It was intense. He got to the turn… took it…
Fury
And here we are… like lightning tousled clouds before a storm.
