creative writing – Page 10

After Life

Jessahme Wren / January 14, 2018

Above it all I hear the quiet that is ever present now, below the timbre of a sweetly singing choir… […]

Jessahme Wren / January 10, 2018

In the mustard yellow smoke that floats along the streets there drifts a burned and greasy smell through shot-out windows

Destiny maketh me to lie down in sullied pastures and shows me in an instant what is mine. I am

The ground does not yield as I make my way unsteady across the dirt mounds and bone-dry grasses in the

Jessahme Wren / October 24, 2017

I rolled my mom some joints from the onion skin of a fat volume of Shakespeare. “This is gonna make

Hi. It’s been a while, I know. Life has sort of unraveled and then wound itself back up again since

Hard earth under concrete, greeting my feet with every step. Around me a symphony of faces– then you, in the

I lost someone today. We weren’t close. In fact, we only knew each other for about eight days three months

Watch people who eat standing up. I don’t mean at a social gathering, drink balanced in one hand, laughing or

Smoke from a recent candle lit, extinguished by the breath of it, sweeping over the desert landscape of the room.