He was held together by the most fragile of threads, the rituals of his life, of his passion and his mind. She was as shinny and bright as a paring knife. The Bound Heart
Life
“Every journey should start with us pushing from the shore unfettered by what covers our souls.” © E Holland
The morning after.
The morning air was cold and starchy crisp. Vaughn lifted the collar of his coat, placed his top hat on his head and started down the street. Within a few steps, his feet were numb. Mist puffed out of his …
Pocket of Love
There is a pocket of love in the air above an open flower. It reaches out with invisible fingers and draws us in. The kiss is so soft, so tender it is experienced only as the heady scent of its …
Anita Krizzan
“Our souls held hands. There are your fingerprints all over my life” © Anita Krizzan www.facebook.com/akrizzan
Can you feel me?
Under the leaves which have freshly fallen, Under the browned, softer ones and Under the mulch and humus debris beneath them, Lies my soul, chest to chest with the earth. It’s the press of a lover. Of longing. Of anguish and …
The Four chambers of the Heart
But getting back to you. I sometimes think you deserved a simpler, happier soul. People who have broken so many of their hearts Have such a different kind of love than those that haven’t. It is often more compassionate I’ll …
The Bound Heart
“Have you been bound before?” His breath ran warm over her shoulder. She shook her head no, there was no trusting her voice. It was taking all her effort to make sure her legs didn’t buckle. There was anticipation …
Connection
Connection It’s an alchemy. It happens without intent. And quite frankly, It can’t leave through intent either. What is it in us that reaches out and wraps around the soul of another? I’m not sure. But what I do know …