Mirrored in silver drops, worldly power.
I take a picture, and write a six-word story, write a poem, haiku, flash fiction, micro novels and few word essays. Very short stories. The girl in a rush…That’s it!
Searching for Neptune, I turned bleu.
Colors hide you when you're dark.
Climbing vertically. Then, I will fly.
'Someone' will dress up for you.
Open the curtains. It's winter, again. Let light in. I loathe darkness. The problem is, I can't focus. The next adventure isn't soon enough. It's your problem if you're worried. your sad eyes are getting heavier. Oh, it's more…
High on believing, she flies away.
She knew he loved her, sometimes.
Still your voice of harsh words.(the girl in a rush)
I hate you.Damn, I hate you.But, fuck, you’re handsome in those pants and in that shirt, and well, I raise my glass to you and your, ahem, love.Because, well, there are trophies and then there are rewards.And…
Maybe she's high, and he, slow.The extra thoughts:I’ll get there. As high as you are. As high as a kite.Or an airplane, or a planet. Or the heavens.But for now, I’ll spin.And, if you’re able to, grab…
I pretend you're here.Let you gracefully follow.Will you walk with me ?
A real person.She's more than a fantasy.Light her cigarette.
Calm girl, dreams wild. Rushes out.
I’ve seen paradise.Can’t decide if it’s worth it.The foolish see it.
Deep thinker plays with crayons. Teenager.ladybugs, crayons, cereal, pens and book
Hopes for breakfast anddaydreams for lunch and dinner.Water to survive
I will take us there.Don’t turn or detour again,you’ll only delay.
hold fast to dreams. she rushes.
At the parking garage—it was pretty empty and a haiku flows out.Oh, she knocked them dead.All she had was a red truck.Keep the car idling.