Weeds (micro-fiction)

Weeds

Sarah tended her garden.

The Perils of Magic

“Wait!” The prince ran after her, waving her shoe.

Lament (poem)

Lament

If I could trek in your shoes
Across space and time
And into the hearts
of outcasts

I would light a fanatic’s fire in them
Like the one you lit in me

If I could reach the stars
A million years from here
And trace the contours
of the universe

I would search for you in stardust
And in the faces of other outcasts
Like me.

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It’s been a while since I last posted, but I couldn’t let Leonard Nimoy’s death go unmarked. Spock has, and always will be, my hero.

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