Jamie Ramsay

Joined June 2022

39 stories

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Every word is chosen from my throat, in the moments I feel too human.

I am your guide into the sinkhole.

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Old longing.
A soft, old man, with a prickled chin that sticks out like a crescent moon, green twinkling eyes, a whisper of a voice, across from an old woman, red lipstick, a plain hardness about her. I don’t know their story, but to me they are lovers from long lost years, and they met again, here, in front of my eyes. It is the way he asks for the bill and she wipes her hands over nothing, attempts to pay herself, while he says nothing, just quietly holds that twinkle in his eyes.
By Jamie Ramsay3 years ago in Poets
Another One in the Books
I ended my shift at one in the morning, a brick of moneris slips in my hand. My heart deflated and dripped down my body alongside the sweat.
By Jamie Ramsay3 years ago in Poets
The Moon is Falling
I’m on the highway and the sky lights up, A star is falling, No. It’s the moon, a bowling ball flare, a sound I’ve never heard before, like blade against blade in slow time.
By Jamie Ramsay3 years ago in Poets