you look so innocent with your soft blue eyes and kind smile, no one would believe you’d do the things you’ve done to me, but here we are anyway. me here, you somewhere else; we stopped sharing our locations and now i have lost you more. but something inside me still reaches for you, despite your trickery and trampling of my heart, some thin strand of hope for another chance reaches – and so i tamp it down again. and again and again and again.
© Copyright 2026 Cheney Meaghan Giordano
i put you on a podium,
celebrated your investiture,
wore your crown of thorns
and bled down my face,
my tears red, soul dead,
i kept wanting this so
long after you didn’t
that i missed when you
started slipping away
and by the time i knew
i was losing you
it was too late and there’s
really nothing worse
than a missed
opportunity
© Copyright 2026 Cheney Meaghan Giordano
“I ran to the market -“
“No, you sauntered.”
“They didn’t have what you needed.”
“You didn’t look hard enough.”
“Well, I had to be back by 10!”
“You should have gone to other markets.”
“But I didn’t have time!”
“Then you make time, child. Did you do your chores?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“This floor is still dirty and the dishes are sitting in the rack.”
“I’ll take care of everything ma’am, I promise, please just give me a chance.”
“All you’ve gotten from me are chances you haven’t deserved, no more!”
Then I walked away knowing it would never get … Read the rest
He slams the cash on the counter. “I need a bouquet with a hidden meaning.” He’s not the first to ask.
“What meaning, sir?”
“Murder.”
“Murder again!?” the shopkeeper exclaimed.
She puttered around the room and talked:
“Well, my heavens, sometimes I wish I didn’t keep promises, like when I promised to keep this shop open after my grandmother died. She passed the magic along to me, though. Don’t worry, dear. I’ll solve your problem.”
She presented him a bouquet of the deepest red roses, and he watched her spray them with something.
“Don’t sniff – only her.”
“Who?”
“Your … Read the rest
I am Atlas with the world on my back.
I am the poor soul with the albatross on my neck.
I am pushing this rock up and up and up
this hill like Sisyphus with not
even a hope let alone a promise
of relief.
There’s only so much I
can hurt in my heart before
I decide to set down the weight
of the things holding me back,
and things you’re piling
on top of me to carry.
One day I’ll either lose
my strength or my will,
but either way, that is when
I will lose you, finally.… Read the rest
“We need to talk.”
“What is it?”
“It’s the alien you’re hiding in the attic.”
“You want it gone?”
“No, I just think if you’re going to hide an alien it shouldn’t be in the attic. We have a basement, that’s more dungeon-y.”
“But I want her to feel welcome.”
“Oh, it’s a her now, is it?”
“It’s always been.”
“What are you doing with her up there?”
“Experiments…”
“Are you probing her, Carl? Are you playing doctor with the alien?”
“No, Maude, I’d never! Maude, no, don’t go up there!”
“I’m going!”
“No! Uh, I can explain the lingerie!”… Read the rest
