FawnHeart

I have carried many things with me, the ashes of loved ones, the regrets of prisoners, the love of soldiers, the lies of politicians, congratulations, invitations, and condolences. I have brought your money to you and carried it away again. I have answered the questions of your clamoring children. I have been frightened by your dogs, frustrated by your broken mailboxes, and asked your cats to kindly look after your parcels when you don’t answer. There is a lot more to it than stuffing junk in your mailbox, it is a not so solitary journey along your roads with my bundles. I am guaranteeing the security of little pieces of your lives

She didn’t know what possessed her to take this trip, but she found herself on a train bound for the tiny town where her aunt and uncle reside. She had just felt a strange urge to go visit them, see the farm and maybe revisit a few childhood memories of chasing farm animals. She watched the world go by outside the train window. They were crossing a bridge and she could just see the church she attended sitting distantly on the riverbank. She began fiddling with the little golden crucifix around her neck as she thought. Her aunt and uncle had been surprised at her sudden call, but were more than happy at the prospect of seeing her. She w

I have these…events, where I know something that I shouldn’t, but I don’t know what I know. Let me try to explain. People say “being in the here and now”. When I get one of these events, I feel like I am in the Now, but I am not Here. I can’t tell the future, that is not what is happening during these events. I am in the present, but I am away from my body. It’s a deeply distressing feeling. Exactly how it feels depends on what event I’m receiving knowledge of. I thought that something had set me off, that I was reliving a previous event. I wanted someone to hit me in the head, so I could b

I felt my soul begin to shred, to tear itself to pieces and flee. So I fled after it, the sun kind enough to shine. I slipped away in impossible silence and pounded away over the concrete. Half second pause, run, leap. A shudder as grass touches my boots, leaf loam over loose stone chain link rattle and rushing water. I can breathe again. My breath steams and floats away as I gasp in my narrow throat. The water undulates in filthy waves still engorged by day old rain. I smell the greasy scent of poplars-on-the-riverbank. My skin tingles with that special feeling of the cold autumn air on hot skin coursing with blood. M

You are like watching the sunrise, leaving me full of hope and warmth and the desire to live and thrive. Every moment to be treasured, even if the next is sure to come. Every touch remembered and loved and analyzed. You are a fascination, a spectacle of the heart. I can hold your gaze, and you don't tremble when I cry. I think over your voice and memorize your caresses. I can think only of warmth and inspiration flows. My gaze over the earth has altered I have heart again, stomach for the fight. My dreams dance before me, brighter than they were. Because you say to never be without hope for the impossible. I hope only to

In childhood the sunset was my bane, Leading me into darkness and fear. The sunrise was my savior, God's own hand pulling me up. But then I grew older, And something began to change. The night was no longer my enemy, But rather, loving arms. The days grew harder, And taxed my strength. After a time, I began to loathe the sunrise. The night became my peace, My time to cry without shame. The day was all façade, And burning, shimmering mirage. I danced alone in the dark, And courted nightly creatures. Then you came in the evening, Just as the sun was about to set, And you asked me for a dance. With great tenderness, You tau

I return to my always-love To dance my only dance My salty old partner Ever pursuing, patience un-ebbing Grasping for my feet, fingers afoam But it's over the bubble white Sometimes just a step Or grace like fear, flight Another wave glitters up Promising cool caresses Twisting light around my ankles The gentlest grip of all It goes sliding away, glassy shimmering The world tilts, unmoving spin I stall, the sand shifts Sinking me in embrace The wave rides up with a splash A victorious laugh, lovetap My nomadic way returns We court, chase, and tease 'Til I let the foam wash over Excited whitecaps rush And pull and pull an

The night was cold, a litter of coyote pups had set up a chorus of inhuman screams, and Marsha was deeply regretting her decision. She had let Sally, the silhouette ahead of her holding the flashlight; convince her to come visit the "Unicorn Pit" or "Unicorn Cave". Marsha was new to town and Sally insisted that she know the story of the town's only claim to fame. Davy, Sally's older brother was walking behind Marsha. He was older and had grudgingly agreed to go, but only after Sally made a masked threat and cited he had nothing better to do. Marsha glanced up and down the dark and empty highway, swallowed once, and then said, "I changed my m