Micro Stories & Poetry

Why I Watch the Sunset 0 commentsDeep Musing

Why I Watch the Sunset

July 22, 2017 at 9:27 pm

Sometimes it hurts to watch the sunset because I see and feel everything I’ve loved and lost. I feel what’s moving away from me even […]

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My Friend 0 commentsMicro Stories & Poetry

My Friend

October 12, 2015 at 7:06 pm

I want you to tell me it’s going to be okay but you know there are no answers there is only earth and sky and […]

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© hwmaclean 0 commentsMicro Stories & Poetry

Winter of Scrabble

March 2, 2015 at 3:21 pm

We can remember this as the winter we needed each other’s company so badly but were both suffering losses too deep and had hearts that […]

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The Song That Sings You Home 0 commentsAlchemy

The Song That Sings You Home

February 25, 2015 at 10:12 pm
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What Brave Looks Like 0 commentsMicro Stories & Poetry

What Brave Looks Like

October 18, 2014 at 3:56 pm

We sat there watching the sunset, sharing our stories like we had a hundred times before, and I said, You’re one of the bravest souls […]

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What Matters 0 commentsMicro Stories & Poetry

What Matters

September 2, 2014 at 9:48 pm

Summers by the ocean with you. Just sing those words over my body when I die so there will be no question about the things […]

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I just met you

and already I'm

making maps of the

lights in your eyes

and the energy of your laughter

so I'll know how to find you

in another life.

Making Maps

July 13, 2014 at 11:25 pm
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The Language of Touch 0 commentsMicro Stories & Poetry

The Language of Touch

May 18, 2014 at 11:24 am

Your hands on my skin and all I can think about is how well-versed you are in the language of touch. A thousand words love […]

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Trap Doors 0 commentsMicro Stories & Poetry

Trap Doors

March 5, 2014 at 2:05 pm

Found myself sitting there warming my hands by the fire in your heart and you said you weren’t sure how I got in there because […]

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Was making a list of things

we could do today,

but got distracted by

the mischief in your smile

and the way your hands

feel like moonbeams on my face,

so I decided we should just kiss instead.

We Should Kiss

February 23, 2014 at 2:40 pm
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