Fiction author • Dog mom • Castaway
mars alight, sky west due east, fuji channels flame world dyed cinnabar
By CJ Millerabout a year ago in Poets
everest stares up at the moon and wonders if he, too, is lonesome
sparrow knows not of her peaked friend's name, so she loves her by way of song
rain's cooling embrace a salve for parched hills long wed to the brutal sun
besotted mountains look upon one another cursed never to touch
when the train pulls in and i see your form, unchanged decades will dissolve
i traded high peaks for low tides, only to drown a downhill memoir
brash young dawn assumes the plain mountain envious still, she outlasts him
I sensed her before I saw her, a trace of flesh distinctive enough to rouse me from even regret's punishing slumber. The confusion set in like weighted fog. None so delicate as a mortal can withstand this northernmost province; the reason I elected, long ago, to hide within its frost.
By CJ Millerabout a year ago in Fiction
The cabin in the woods has been abandoned for years, but on this night, a candle burns in the window. •♾• Jake Peterson snuffs a match between pinched fingers, cringing as the sulfur hits his nostrils. Kimber Lane follows his lead, the room aglow amid a dozen feasting wicks.
By CJ Miller2 years ago in Fiction
"Found it!" Stephanie declares victory from deep within the couch cushions. She may as well be speaking muffled Klingon, but Nick catches her drift.
"Hold my hand while we cross, okay?" "Okay," Kitty agrees, bouncing on sandaled toes. The girls stroll down Main Street, careful to dodge the cars situated like dominos.