Honey & Vinegar

Honey & Vinegar

Worker bees gather
a new season filled with hope
from my cubicle—
dreams of freedom and travel
stung with a droning despair

It’s often said that it’s better to work with a view than to be trapped in a dreary, windowless office. Though I sometimes wonder if being able to see what is tantalisingly out of reach is a distraction.

Maybe it’s a question of mindset. Perhaps that view is the reward for your endeavours. A reminder that there is more to life. You just have to take the sting before you get to the honey.

Skyfire

Skyfire

He burnt the moon trying to catch the sun
Luna’s zenith; aflame—no higher
An epilogue written in the sky by stars read
Here lies the man who tried to catch fire
He tarnished silver while searching for gold
And all he holds are the remnants of a sold out soul

Arrows

Arrows

Abby Simpson: Writer of Fics

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“Before the first nightmare, do you remember what you were doing the day before?”

“I’d like to forget, but I remember,” he said, picking at a loose thread on one of her grey and black throw pillows. This couch, upholstered in a shade of sickly yellow-green, had seen better days. Far worse people had probably laid right where he was, he thought. But that wasn’t the question.

“I was in Jersey. New Jersey – not the island south of England. There’s a gay bar in Newark and I was supposed to be there because this guy Vinny was meeting Steve. It was love at first sight, you know? Steve saw Vinny walk in, and Vinny was nervous because he’d never been to a gay bar before. He knew his parents wouldn’t approve, but his friends were there with him. So Steve bought Vinny a…

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