AnaRosa Cruz
Bio
creative writer, martial artist, obfuscation, goblin, rock hound. New to poetry, but having fun just letting my brain spill onto the page.
Stories (14/0)
Sunday Silence
Legs stretched across the couch, I wiggle my toes just enough to tell him I need his touch. He feels my foot twitch and, without looking up from the phone in his left hand, his right encloses warmly around my toes. A light squeeze. Reassurance. I sigh. We rest in the silence between us, thankful for a break from the chaos of life. The dog on my lap shifts, and I take a sip of my coffee. It is full of a relaxing depth that can only be found in this singular moment, a Sunday morning in sweet silence.
By AnaRosa Cruz12 months ago in Fiction
Oh My Dear
Dear Deity, (Or whoever you are) Was it always supposed to be like this? Was this the grand design that I was destined to be a part of? If so, man, I might need a refund. I guess I should have read the fine print before signing my life away, come what may.
By AnaRosa Cruzabout a year ago in Poets
Dig Deep
Never in my life Have I felt so much at home Then when I garden
By AnaRosa Cruzabout a year ago in Poets
