Twin skies in her eyes. Breathing together tongue-tied. Soft sand under toes.
By Ari Eddyabout a year ago in Poets
Donkeys and Wolfs When putting words together, I often dance around ideas, trying to make them sound eloquent with exaggerated metaphors to communicate some deeper value. But that was not how I was raised. As a child I was taught by my grandfather to be direct, treating the truth like a cudgel. To have no shame when bashing people with the bluntness of my tongue.
By Ari Eddy2 years ago in Families
Once a weed has sprouted, it spreads quickly, choking out everything around it. When I was a kid, I planted lies that grew like weeds. Every time I was caught in a lie, I could easily cover it with ten more.
By Ari Eddy2 years ago in Confessions