Chris : Writing

The Love Swarm

The Love Swarm

A Story by Chris


Honey bombs exploding in half-time.
Cherry Gold

Cherry Gold

A Poem by Chris


On paper it all seems like cherry gold, stained thoughts, and helpless smilesLike birds without wings that still sing, in unisonIn memories, in times,..
Prometheus

Prometheus

A Poem by Chris


A message to Zeus from his successor— dearly.
A Man Stands Grey

A Man Stands Grey

A Poem by Chris


A man stands greyAs black and white feet dangleThey sway in the windLike lonely chimesHe grabs a black wristAnd then a white wristHe feels for a pulse..
Black Blood

Black Blood

A Story by Chris


I wonder if I'd fall like they do in the movies. Like a stone that is. Plummeting to the ground like a bird with a broken wind. My body slanted at an..
If The Moon Dissapeared

If The Moon Dissapeared

A Poem by Chris


She stood next to the sea as waves crashed down on worn black rocks, the moon’s gleam glinting in her eyes. The night howled with a salty wind,..
Freed Faces

Freed Faces

A Poem by Chris


Doesn't it hurtLetting all those faces liveWith bright smilesAnd glittering laughsIn the back of your mindWould you cry in painIf you knew they didn't..
A Trapped Existence

A Trapped Existence

A Story by Chris


I remember the feeling of being trapped from so early one. The blue sky so rigidly imposed over my head like the ceiling of an inescapable prison. Gr..
Dont Think About The Unthinkable

Dont Think About The Unthinkable

A Poem by Chris


A remark on an epidemic.

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