Francis Cash #8

Francis: oh hey, I’m just taking my bath…
Ethan: is this your annual fake bath…
France: I don’t know what you are referring to…
Ethan: You do this all the time so I won’t give you a real bath…
Francis: I see you have upped your skin care…it’s better late than never…
Ethan: oof…
Francis: see, no water, no need, I’m all cleaneded.
Ethan: ok I’ll see you next month. It’s always great chatting.

Bleeding Ink (1,246)

Lately you’ve been showing up in my dreams.

I wake up and all I can think is how unfair it is that you’re not here.

How many years have passed,

Remember quitting smoking?

I never realized I had picked up your addiction to Dr Pepper.

I suppose it’s keeping you real with me.

You’ve been showing up in my dreams

I tell you everything is fine

I turned out just fine

The years fade away

You were there on Monday

And gone on Thursday

And suddenly

All I had was a memory …

Sometimes I think I should find the old me

That I’m treading water

Then I remember

Things we always said

And I think about how happy you would be

That I made it

And I don’t hate it.

Hold on to your memories

They are all that keep us alive when we are gone…

Letters to a Nurse 19

It’s light here

This space

We’ve made together

It’s light here

Our backs against the weather

what we have

We’ve made

Against the winter

Against the night

This space

Just for us….

Adulthood may be dark

The future of our discontent

But right here

At home

Right in the now

This moment


the ingredients

For all our tomorrows

Quickly becoming yesterday

It’s light

With you

It’s always light

In mid November

Leaves on the ground


gray sun

First frost

It’s warm

It’s light

It’s Home

Ethan Bethune

In truth

In truth
The scars
Will capture you like the universe
The shadows
Like the moon
And you will love more than you thought possible
You will try to find words for the sentences she says when she purses her lips thinking
For the way she rests her forehead against you when she needs to be held
But that’s the thing …
There’s no words for her in your arms …
Not that kind of energy
For her eyes falling on you
as she crosses the room
Her laugh,messing up her eyeliner
Her voice, as she falls asleep
She carries the universe with her
And that’s what it feels like
That’s what you feel move through you.

People like us


I really like your writing, she said
I relate to it . It reminds me of my relationship with my dad ….

Laughing I said , Well thank you. That means a lot .
Back then I wrote differently
You can find it if you look deep enough into my archives .
This gypsy girl , in love with art
the world
astronomy .
She was like the moon , parts of her were always under shadows
I asked her about it once
she said
“I don’t want to scare you away …”
We’ve been friends for a couple years now and she is getting married to the love of her life

I can’t help thinking how we all grow
How we surprise even ourselves
that even our darkest corners are touched tenderly by the sun
We are more beautiful for our scars .
Revealed like maps
for where we’ve been
We are stronger for we have climbed mountains .
We are wiser for we have seen the world .
We are understanding and love without expectation
For we have been hurt .

This is us , the gypsies and the bohemians , the youth .
Growing up .
We didn’t fit in .
We didn’t have a label .
We were numb
But we made it
We lived it
We’re old
But not that old
And we are still living
With expression and creativity .
We’re going to be ok .
Our children are going to be ok
I think it’s funny how we change
How we suddenly are no longer afraid
How we let people in
How we overcome ourselves
How we are suddenly
where we once
Could only dream of being
This is us
This is life
It’s not a fairy tale
It cannot be controlled
But it’s a series of events
A series of decisions
Are we strong enough
To go after the things we want ?
Yes we are .
Anything is possible .
And why shouldn’t we?
After all ….
This is our stories
People like is .