Killing Tale
Killing a mouse is no small thing, no trivial thing, something to be taken lightly. Ah, but who am I, spinning lies about a mouse who dies daily? I’m called Continue Reading →
ONTYRE PASSAGES: Fantasy is reality and lives find purpose.
Killing a mouse is no small thing, no trivial thing, something to be taken lightly. Ah, but who am I, spinning lies about a mouse who dies daily? I’m called Continue Reading →
Nature in her imperfect perfection, what humans ignore when advertisers preach statistical failings. And so, here we are, parts of the scheme, flawed, striving and wailing, yet always believing we’re Continue Reading →
Whispers till now, a moment’s warmth on my cheek, new growth in the air… spring. In a moment what was wishful, a touch of hope, is bursting forth as a Continue Reading →
Will you make the turn this time around? Anxiety train on the track. You know there was a brake yesterday. Where is it to be found? The waking nightmare. Running Continue Reading →
Shelter and harbor elusive, whether stone, wood, or an embrace. A warm place, a safe haven, too seldom realized, too often trapped in dreams where love has been. Now is Continue Reading →
Peace. Clock ticking. The man upstairs clears his throat. Cars pass by. A plane overhead. Clouds, wind-borne, end sunlight’s hold. Incense. Morning tea. Candle casts shadows. Flame gives light, but Continue Reading →
Only so many times can you watch trust sink to the ocean bottom before you cease to leave the shore. Only so many times can you endure hearing, “Trust me,” Continue Reading →
Mountain of ash, towering, imposing, and impossible to scale. Behold its might, kneel before it, watch it carried on a gale. Have faith. Be fierce. Believe yourself. ©April 2016, Christina Continue Reading →
Our existing world, where the greatest threat to survival is humankind rather then mammoths and saber-toothed cats. Where’s the progress in that? Existing in a world where the gun we’re Continue Reading →
Looking within, scars on the inside; scars are the colors needed to write. Bold colors, mixed from tears, chaotic backgrounds, reflecting years. Consideration would bury them deep, but their purity Continue Reading →