TheNightWriterOct 14, 2018metropolitan Do not compare a sleeping city to a whispering room. The murmurs are nails against chalkboard in the underwater-like silence of the quiet...
TheNightWriterMay 18, 2018-WET WILLOW TREE-I remember racing through the sun-kissed park when our little bodies only stood at three feet. Your hand would drape through mine and be...
TheNightWriterFeb 4, 2018-THE AIR SMELLS REAL-She stands at the end of a tilting boat surrounded by an endless abyss of melted blue crystals and marine life. She is looked down upon...
TheNightWriterJan 30, 2018-BEAT OF THE DRUM IN MY EARS- A WOMAN FADES INTO VIEW... the way sunlight creeps discreetly within the cracks of windows in the early morning. She is surrounded in an...
TheNightWriterJan 13, 2018-CARTWHEEL DOWN THE STREET-As a little girl took joyful strides down a cemented sidewalk, people rushed through like flowing water. Everyone’s movement like a...
TheNightWriterJan 8, 2018-I DESERVE IT, YOU DESERVE IT-Step by step in the dead of night, feet crunching over hardening snow. Unfortunately, not pillow soft like shown in the movies. More like...
TheNightWriterDec 29, 2017-WAVES OF MEMORY-I walked through the pillow soft snow, feet sinking beneath the surface with every step forward. Mind wandering and wondering what I'd be...
TheNightWriterDec 11, 2017-PARTNERED WANDERERS- She sits back, corner of the asphalt textured wall pinching into every separate bone that makes up her spine. Her mind clouded by the...
