It’s hard to think deeply unsettled as shells half-baked and empty on the sand. Only fingers can change my view. Otherwise, I can only wait the eons between high and low sea tides. Even then, no life hangs to my sides, though it was life that I came to be.
Author: tayslowe
I'm an author. That means I write stuff. Fo shizzle. I used to be outgoing, but now that I'm happily married and domesticated I'm sort of done with that. Sooo....yeah.
Crazy House Poem #1
I’m sure, once a cloud drifted through asleep on drafts of dreams, warmed by dangerous desert lands where the hungry ground eats clouds for life. But in that brief cool morning, when sun was kind and vicious lands asleep, the fog turned golden, alive in delight that the warm dream could come true.
Black Bench
I remember you most on a black bench, fingers on the keys, trying to play as passionately as you wanted to be, as you were, for you held your wild heart uncertainly. You knew not how to hold it properly. But all I could hear was you banging too hard on the keys. Trying to … Continue reading Black Bench
Final Draft of Raising a Hero cover
Look it so pretty! Again, thanks to YourDrawingPineapple for the illustration! Included is also the smaller, more square webnovel version, along with the full illustration without and graphic design messing around! Head to Webnovel, Dreame, or iReader for the latest chapters! I'm always sending them in.
The Worth of Dreams
Those who have reached the dream cry hope, while those who grow old in the gray light of poverty shake their heads. So shake me loose. Where is the middle ground? Or is this overcast life it? They say dreams are fickle, corrupting, even. As much to peel you back for spoils as to give … Continue reading The Worth of Dreams
Off Kilter
I crouch in a dark room. Sun closed off. Sky closed off. Curtains, keep all sight away, because my chest is painfully tight and a hole is burning through me for no reason, and it blisters against the thoughts screaming "Why?" But there's really no answer to that. Or an answer too large to hold, … Continue reading Off Kilter
Shade of Summer Days
Tell my why I prefer naked moonlit nights to the shade of sunny days. I'm not white, I'm the color of murky ocean, curdling beneath me with drifting globes of jellyfish. I dream of peeking down below at all the things that grow there. I'm meant to lounge in softness, killing dragons, slaying monsters, in … Continue reading Shade of Summer Days
We Friends Don’t Talk Anymore
We don't talk anymore. Whether it's because you're hiking different cliffs followed by almost children, or because I'm too aware of the threat of your sex to what I need most. I don't know. But we don't talk anymore. I admit, I still wonder about the path you stood by and offered to me with … Continue reading We Friends Don’t Talk Anymore
Check Out the NEW ORIGINAL COVER! For ‘Raising a Hero’
Since I don't own the image in the cover of 'Raising a Hero' that you're all used to, I hired an illustrator who goes by Your Drawing Pineapple (I wonder if they like pineapple?). She's German, she's awesome, and very talented. She made the illustration and then I tried out my paltry graphic design skills … Continue reading Check Out the NEW ORIGINAL COVER! For ‘Raising a Hero’
Raising a Hero–chapter 70
I thought on that for a moment, not wanting to give him an inaccurate answer. He gave me my time, tapping the corner of a page when a certain dress caught his attention. They varied, so I couldn’t quite tell his taste, other than not super poofy or showing too much. “It’s not you, persay,” … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 70
Author T.S. Lowe 