"To hide a passion totally (or even to hide, more simply, its excess) is inconceivable ( Read more... )

It starts with a sound; the latch opening on that first door, the foot on that first stair.  Every time she hears it, it reminds her of lying in bed and hearing her mom coming up the stairs to wake her up for school, strange that she could always tell whether it was her mom or dad by the sound their steps made, the microscopic pauses that they took ( Read more... )

complete newby to writing in general but think this will be a good motivator

A car horn wakes me,
2am, in a single bed with sheets too small. A dorm room in some
crappy hostel in some crappy city, in a country that is technically
home but hasn't felt like that for.... however long I've been away.
I lie in my unfamiliar bed thinking about where I am. On the road again
trying to find a place to call home for the next week, month, ( Read more... )