Writer. Gothic Soul. Woodland Spirit.
Lately this life tastes a little too sweet I wake up still full from sugar-coated dreams History tells me it can't be healthy Too much happiness can't be good for me I'm used to taking goodness with a grain of salt And a pinch tossed over my shoulder, to ward evil off Daily battles in... Continue Reading →
I'll trade in the heatwaves, the humid days, the going-no-place vacation stays when it's too hot to do anything but laze about. I'm ready for summer to head out. Give me a scarf for the chill and a bonfire when the air is still. Pour me a pint of cider. Put me in my element;... Continue Reading →
I'm keeping off life's interstate, doing this my own way, ignoring the mileposts and the big goals I've been told I'm supposed to be working toward. Some days, I don't even know if I'm still going forward, slugging along on my own trail, shrugging it off if I fail, humming along at my own pace,... Continue Reading →
Wandering in the foothills, tripping on shyness like creeping vines, studying outdated, unspecific guides, searching for a sign, they look to the sky, awed by the glow of the colors that bleed with the morning light. A shared moment. This is the sign they need, no more waiting for the stars to align. And so,... Continue Reading →
After all her wrong turns and muffled and swallowed words, she found someone who bent around her curves and traced the way to the hidden place of contentment she thought she'd never deserve after all the bridges she'd burned, someone she wanted in her life, beside her at sunrise and low tide and all the... Continue Reading →
I'm tired of trying to make something crucial and beautiful, something cool enough to impress you, from my changeable, unstable thoughts. Like striking water from a rock. I'm not enough of a prophet. This is all I've got: A mild interest A middling significance A vague hope that someone will take care of the rest... Continue Reading →
Staring down a blank page like an empty two-lane interstate. Keep moving, keep on your way. Pick up a few clues from the landscape so you can approximate what state you're in, find names for the confusion and slowly fit a few pieces into place. Figure out what you're trying to say and if there's... Continue Reading →
I live at the corner of Loveliness and Despair, where Hope grows like a flowering weed, poisoning me when I touch it, unaware. I pull it by the roots, removing it with care, but new vines sprout up overnight and catch me in their snare.
Poetry has grown bored of me, as we sit together in front of the TV, having the same daily conversation, never moving to change the station. There's nothing new to say when we see the same thing every day, each of us waiting for a surprise while in the corner the fire slowly dies. Something... Continue Reading →
Some days I simply sizzle until the frustration fizzles. Though I smile, burning bright, my mood has some bite, but in the calm of night I'm pulling my fangs out of my own flesh, and regrets and doubts seep from the puncture wounds. I can't always behave perfectly but I would have done things differently.
Michelle Wicklow 