Moth to the flame

June 18, 2014January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 7 Comments

Grey clouds take over the sun, plunging the city into a premature night. Streetlights flutter on, like reluctant children being rudely awaken. Hunched on a park bench, I watch moths surrendering to the flames, and flinch with each crackle and sizzle. If I stand on tip-toe, balancing on the back of the seat, I can … Continue reading Moth to the flame

Circadian rhythm

February 21, 2014May 22, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 6 Comments

Ripples spread outward Hours, days immeasurable Awake or a dream?

Reflections

November 15, 2012January 30, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 8 Comments

Which one is real? The face outside or the reflection in the mirror?

Dreamland

March 15, 2012January 5, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 6 Comments

I woke from the dream disoriented and afraid. Like no other dream I could remember, it was so real and still so surreal. I reached for the pen and notepad I keep at my bedside with the intention of writing down the details before all recollection of the night vision was lost. Only the pad … Continue reading Dreamland