Brooke L. Davis

What began as a summer encounter now drags itself inexorably through a painful slog toward an uncertain end. I see what you cannot say...

There were signs, signals, and warnings a subtle crack in the mind, an internal unwinding. Overwhelmed, you fled outward, away, against...

You are trapped in the box canyon of my heart its high jagged yellow ochre walls a western New Mexico no-man’s-land. You whirl like a...

In the collected humid light of dusk, an orange sun slowly sinks below the hayfield, and we come to the farmhouse in the relief that is...

I sat in the back of the library with my seventeen- year-old friends. With heads down, we flipped through bridal magazines and whispered...

I slay my fears and place them on the altar, the last obstacles preventing our union. Though a pagan, I kneel, sing the hymns, pretend to...

March roared in, a lion breathing snow, ice, wind, and bitter cold as it drug winter along behind, like the hock of a dead animal. It...

We are all glaciers as we transform, split, and calf pieces of ourselves. Beliefs fall away. Discarded and outdated, the mind seeks new...

The precariousness of life strikes you only as you move through it. Like a maze with dark alleys and tight turns, it careens out of...

When the path diverges, we must always choose, not knowing if the road untaken will ever present itself again. With the benefit of time...

Existing is not living. It is marking hours, hiding in plain sight, pretending nothing is wrong.

We are not allowed to feel the sun warm our face for more than a fleeting moment. We are not allowed to bask in newfound love without...

Love shifts, like a herd of horses drifting over the wide prairie, changing directions as the wind blows.

What remains unsaid rolls out with the tide after parting. Time and distance provide the illusion of safety. But beneath the calm, the...

Summer glides like a vulture surveying its prey; merciless and low, it circles and calculates. Silently, it touches down and cackles as...

Amidst the raw carnage, my beating heart lies still. After their deaths, the chamber drained, empty. But now, distance and time have...

The wind whirls the spring storm down the mountain, across the wide valley chased by laden rain clouds. Fat drops splatter on rocks and...

Crocus return each spring to brighten the graveyard. Purple, yellow, white, and pink blossoms open. Small bright shining blossoms face...

My love, unrequited, stills and shatters my heart as night lays down its thick woolen death shroud.

Snow swirls through valleys. Trudging through drifts, they forage, surviving winter. Ice melts swelling streams. Earth’s new life sings,...