Shannon Louise Horn

For the love of living. My musings on language, literature, writing, people, places, and travel.

Wilted

  I think we almost fell apart.   From thinking, from lying. It was always going to be too much too much of not enough.   Two halves, missing parts … Continue reading

September 1, 2014 · Leave a comment

A brief episode of unconsciousness

It seems obvious that you can make him love you. As obvious as the black night overhead is turning pink, day nipping at its edges. As obvious as left and … Continue reading

August 3, 2014 · 1 Comment

Cold

We were on fire, draped in the other, turning each cheek to heat for that one more day of summer.   Time raced bullet train fast, and sped through stations … Continue reading

June 29, 2014 · Leave a comment

What Good Are Strange Faces Now?

  It always starts innocently enough; you’re taking a bath or in the kitchen cooking with the music on shuffle and then that song comes on. You know the one. … Continue reading

June 12, 2014 · Leave a comment

To M, With Love

  Dear You,   Happy Birthday.   I want you to know, in case you already didn’t, that I will always love you. Ours is the best kind of love … Continue reading

May 27, 2014 · Leave a comment

One More Time?

I watched him walking and I walked after him. I watched each step, his backpack slung across both shoulders, his sneakers dragging through the grass. I started smiling when he … Continue reading

May 21, 2014 · 3 Comments

The truth about the innocent

What I want to give to you is not simply happiness, it is nothing like the soft light of this winter morning, not the sweet young promises whispered in yearning … Continue reading

May 19, 2014 · Leave a comment
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