• Gates to Asphodel, Chapter 2

    Chapter 1 recap: Corey’s parents had an argument about her and were found dead the next morning. The police officers had Corey sitting on the porch swing, with a young female office next to her to keep an eye on her, while they poked and prodded around in her home. Corey had her teddy bear tucked under one arm and was happily gnawing away at a banana nut muffin. The officer was casting weird looks her way, but the little girl ignored her. Mrs. Appleton was wailing and wringing her hands as she paced the width of the porch near Corey. Both women seemed to be waiting for Corey to…

  • Gates to Asphodel, Chapter 1

    Darkness was rapidly falling. House and porch lights flickered on, casting shadows left and right. Light posts came to life all along the quiet, tree lined street, illuminating all that lay beneath them. The light pooling in the street streamed through the windows of a little girl’s room, where the girl sat on the floor, back to the windows, playing with a handful of stuffed animals. Four-year-old Corey Fallon sat in the dark, her auburn curls falling just past her shoulders, shining in the faint light coming through her windows. Her small, pale hands toyed with the arms of a large stuffed bear while a white rabbit rested in her…

  • Gates to Asphodel, Chapter 2

    The POV is a tricky little thing…haven’t yet decided exactly what I want yet… The police officers had Corey sitting on the porch swing, with a young female office next to her to keep an eye on her, while they poked and prodded around in her home. Corey had her teddy bear tucked under one arm and was happily gnawing away at a banana nut muffin. The officer was casting weird looks her way, but the little girl ignored her. Mrs. Appleton was wailing and wringing her hands as she paced the width of the porch near Corey. Both women seemed to be waiting for Corey to start crying, but…

  • Gates to Asphodel, Chapter 1

    Darkness was rapidly falling. House and porch lights flickered on, casting shadows left and right. Light posts came to life up all along the quiet, tree lined street, illuminating all that lay beneath them. The light pooling in the street streamed through the windows of a little girl’s room, where the girl sat on the floor, back to the windows, playing with a handful of stuffed animals. Four-year-old Corey Fallon sat in the dark, her auburn curls falling just past her shoulders shining in the faint light coming through her windows. Her small, pale hands toyed with the arms of a large stuffed bear and a white rabbit rested in…

  • My love, part 4

    The last part of this long poem. Happy February, everyone! Now I’m off to wait for Spring. Proving love was stronger than time and passage I knew he was meant to be mine One day a new doctor came to the clinic I decided it was time for a check-up The new doctor became my doctor Dr. Peter Stephen Grahme He looks at me, then his clipboard Does he remember me? Is he married? I don’t care. He’s still mine Ms. Misty Rose Lanser? Yes, that’s my name How do you feel today? I fare fine. Quietly, he asks Is there someone in your life? My heart beats faster, My…

  • My love, part 3

    Part 3 of this long poem! The summer went by fast We never said a word to each other In August he left for college Where I did not know I left a day later To the private college Red Vine University My dorm was in White Rod After I was settled My roommate Jasmine took me on a tour I saw a dark haired boy Shuffling down the hallway to the stairs Jasmine, who is that boy? I don’t know. A freshman like you, Misty. Could it possibly be My neighbor from home The one I so deeply love Peter Stephen Grahme College went by in a swirl of…

  • My Love, part 2

    And the long love poem continues. Check out the first part here. The years swirled past And still I saw him only those times But I knew he was still there Maybe watching me For I saw the curtains sway When there was no wind Freshman year ended Sophomore swirled past Junior left in a haze Senior year came at last This is the year I thought to myself I’ll present myself Introduce myself Just walk up to the door and knock He’ll come, I know he will He’ll smile and I’ll smile back But I never built enough courage I never made it halfway Graduation came And I finally…

  • My love, part 1

    In honor of February and Valentine’s Day, I’ll be posting a long love story poem I wrote about a decade ago, divided into 4 parts. From dawn to dusk From sun to moon From life to death I will always love you. You live next door In the peach colored house Your room was across mine The curtains would wave in the breeze When you opened the window But I never saw you For you kept the curtains closed But I knew you were there And I loved you. The first day of high school Was the first I saw you We stood with our neighbors Awaiting the bus to…