The last night before he left, Joe spent it with her and his best friend. They sat in her driveway, looking at the stars, kissing one last time before he would go away. She spent the night at his house so she could ride with him early to the airport. The next day, it was… Continue reading Five
He wrote her poetry. He had piles of poems written for her. He finally read one to her at prom. The had a small rose wrapped in the paper the poem was written on, and handed it to her as they sat on a lifeguard stand in their formal wear, watching the sun set over… Continue reading Four
I spent some time in Iraq. That year, there were only a few songs to define it. It was a pivot point in my life. Because I wasn’t listening to the radio much, the songs I took with me on an external hard drive were the main songs I had to deal with. One of… Continue reading Dani California.
Nicole’s wisdom teeth were pulled in the middle of Joe’s freshman year. She was under orders to rest and heal. Her typically slender face with porcelain skin was as puffy as he’d ever seen it. Joe saw his opportunity to pierce the bubble between them. He brought her a smoothie to help cool the pain… Continue reading Three
Samantha a poem before you sleep, To make your dreams nice and your slumber deep. May all your hopes and wishes come true, And the sun be bright the next time it shines for you. May you have open arms that care, And friendship to share, And love to last a lifetime through. So when… Continue reading Samantha a poem before you sleep
In my room at home, there’s a brass rose. Gently colored red petals and green leaves, it has no thorns. Perfumed it will smell forever and never wilt. It is timeless and unchanging. I got it in high school, my freshman or sophomore year in the fall. I meant to give it to someone, someone… Continue reading The Story of the Rose
That’s how one of favorite songs begins. It’s the truth of the love of my life. I’m not really sure she was ever real. I met her through a chat room. I talked with someone, and they “introduced us”. The problem was, I was living in the southern US, and she was a Canadian. The… Continue reading The Love of My Life (Is a Shady Lady)