J. Elsie : Writing

He is...

He is...

A Poem by J. Elsie


…The Fire which lights the candle …The Shelter that keeps safe the flame …The Elements that test strength of structure &hellip..
Bullshit

Bullshit

A Poem by J. Elsie


Not enough My heart given Still must be cut From sanctuary Pulled Plucked Possession of Yours Personal pedestal Placement Because pri..
A Character

A Character

A Story by J. Elsie


The '93 Geo Metro shoots down cracked pavement at a shaky thirty-seven miles per hour. This particular road does not have a limit posted, however if&h..
shredding straps

shredding straps

A Poem by J. Elsie


In the latest hour of the night And the earliest hour of the morning My mind ran through the memories Of dance shoes I've hung to goodbye Into..
Missing

Missing

A Poem by J. Elsie


Missing... just the thought of coming home to love causes an aching deep within for goosebumps beneath your fingertips for bed head and mornin..
Your window...

Your window...

A Poem by J. Elsie


this was originally written as a comment for one of eric's pieces. I found that he inspired me more greatly than anyone. what a gift it is to have ..
break me

break me

A Poem by J. Elsie


as far as I'm concerned you can smash the frames once holding pictures of you and I and that crazy idea of 'family' we envisioned ..
On your stoop.

On your stoop.

A Story by J. Elsie


Was it coincidence or destiny that brought me there that night? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Times past, forever waiting on your stoop, sear..
Mozart, then silence...

Mozart, then silence...

A Poem by J. Elsie


"Mozart's Classics" halts its spinning and as my glue stick layers paper to more paper the room is rocked to sleep by the tick toc..
Woes of a Writer

Woes of a Writer

A Poem by J. Elsie


The sounding of a horn beckons my attention I sit here trying to find Lost words To speak on an empty screen Thumbs on spacebar Forefingers ..

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