Author: Dina

The Tightrope

Muscles taught with determination, I felt a drop of sweat caress my arm as I sensed his gaze in my peripheral vision. Fighting to maintain balance, we had struggled with the same existential tensions pulling us between defined identities others found so intuitive. Instead of...

A Red Paradise

  Branches and antlers Stretching skyward in lewd declaration and iambic pentameter dashed upon the walls Tiny pale kittens look on from overstuffed ottomans Somewhere I forgot to imagine Their eyes wide and heavy I shed a coat of mirrored scales and hang my smile up for the day The dark hollows of your...

By the Morning Shore

    The sea always seemed to wipe the mania of her frenetic existence away. She would remove the bit and blinders of every day life for a time, reveling in the relentlessness of waves upon the shore. The unfeeling¬†dependability of the next one arriving¬†was soothing, and...