As a guest barista, it is always a pleasure to invite you to Go Dog Go Café! Every Monday, the Café is open for your latest poetry or short fiction, and they choose their favorite piece among all the links left in the comment box. Who knows, your story could get hung on their wall…… Continue reading Promote Yourself Monday @ Go Dog Go Café
The line had become so fine… Like a framed door, standing in the middle of nowhere. No walls to give it some sort of reason for being there. Just a tall wooden door with a shiny golden lock. Portal between what they called reality, and her own realm. It seemed to her that she was…… Continue reading The door…
Previously posted June 11th, 2016 I called your name from the opening of the front door. It was unlocked when I arrived, and that was odd, since you were terrified of strangers breaking in at any time of day or night… You didn’t respond, which seemed even stranger. I called a second time, almost…… Continue reading Mountain man… (Part four)
Previously posted May 27th 2016. You were standing in the living room. -You are not coming. You stayed still. No twitch, no pouting, not even the beginning of a question as to why I didn’t want you to tag along. To say the truth, I probably would have been disapointed in your lack of…… Continue reading Mountain man… (Part two)
You don’t have to talk… Of course, he didn’t. Replying would have requested being there in the first place. She was aware of that, but she could feel his presence all the same. His laughter still lingered in the air, and the searing feeling of his lips on her ivory skin was as real…… Continue reading The empty room…
With every kick in the water, her lips barely reached the surface… And her heart rushed as she sucked the slightest of breaths… Her hand reaching out in dispair aware of the imminent threat… The palm on her forehead pushing her in the depthts…
Il se nourrissait de ses langoureux soupirs, ne se fatigant jamais de ses implorations… “Encore, encore… ne t’arrêtes jamais…” soufflait-elle à son oreille, leurs deux corps fusionnant en une seule et unique silhouette dansant dans le noir. Ces nuits-là, le temps perdait sa propre trace, leurs peaux baignées de sueur ayant un goût d’éternité. Et il ne…… Continue reading Micro fantaisie du vendredi…
He was at the train station, with a bag holding just the necessary for a quick trip over, and the ticket in his hand. When his messages had gone unanswered, he had first thought about a misunderstanding of some sort… He had re-read all their latest conversations and exchanges, to spot what he could have…… Continue reading If you read this…
Look me in the eyes… She had longed to say those words for years… Not to him, but just in general. In movies, that simple sentence was the prelude for the most intimate and sincere confidences. As if eyes were a warrant of truth in its purest form. As if eyes told things as they…… Continue reading If eyes could lie…
I have a date in Kamloops… Not the romantic kind, at least not that I know of, but I am requested there all the same soon. I didn’t know exactly where Kamloops was… I knew it was far West, like the old movies, with caravans and gold diggers, but I had to Google it just…… Continue reading Montréal Kamloops…
Cyranny's Cove 