Tag: poetry

Night swimming

Here’s a little pop of micro-fiction. Hope you like it. More to follow. Remember when we went night swimming...

Tender was the night

Tender was the night.
Gentle was the breeze
That flowed across my skin...

The past is like a warm blanket

The past is a warm blanket wrapped around you: Comfortable, certain, sometimes smothering. The future is a magic carpet: Scary, exhilarating, leading to eternity.