The lovers nestled in their cold cavernous caves sicken at the coming sun.
Reverie
Author: Aigner Loren Wilson
Writer, shaker, thinker
The Girl Who Walks Behind(The Girl From Ipanema)
She existed in the creases of his hands; like tiny shards of glass She filled the space.
If You Want
I'm in the kitchen painting peaches with juices dripping down my chin.
Song of Grief
This business of grief
People Who Write
The boy who hides won't find comfort in the silence of his head.
Doe
Doe, do something only I could understand, walk in the middle of the road with your eyes closed.
Don’t Get Lost
I turn to respond only to be greeted by the soft caressing scent of a pine fire
November Newsletter
For over a year now, I've been working full-time as a writer and editor, involved in projects that I love. This newsletter will help people stay up to date on all my work.
Touching Base
I hope as you read this you to feel the weight of what I speak and know that there is a need for your words and stories. I need them. You need them. And someone you have never met needs them the most.
Inside Outside
I knew the way to his dad’s headstone as though it were my own father—wish that bastard was dead instead of just gone, but luck falls on the beautiful not the brave.
Aigner Loren Wilson 