H.H. Callaghan
Bio
I'm a writer of prose and verse and love all aspects of literature and storytelling. I am working on some big projects, so I hope you all like my work to come! I will be posting smaller pieces in-between, so please indulge in these too.
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Seasons of Love. Runner-Up in Letters of Gratitude Challenge.
For My Husband, My darling, you came to me like a spring awakening at a time I had all but given up on love. I had tried to find my own love, to make a love of the unlikely connections I made, but none pollenated to fruitful ends. The moment I stopped searching, ready to quit, you smiled at me outside that tired train station and it felt like an April shower, the flood of the promise to come nourished my once barren pastures.
By H.H. Callaghanabout a year ago in Humans
Home to rest. Runner-up in Moment of Silence Challenge. Content Warning.
Surrender, o' beloved. We drift calmly in these waters. Inch closer, my heart; not a ripple nor breeze will find you. Latch yourself upon my breast, gentle drumming precedes your departure.
By H.H. Callaghanabout a year ago in Poets
Love: Perhaps…. Content Warning.
Love: Perhaps… You’ll have to forgive me, dear reader, in advance for this stream of consciousness, or this self-expressing monologue. I want these words to be unedited and imperfect, much in the way that love is. By default, this may make my writing seem directionless, but through the digressions and tangents I’m likely to make, I hope to convey the abstract and all-encompassing subject of love.
By H.H. Callaghan2 years ago in Humans
Borrowed Hope
My eyes burned from the bleach as I swilled the rags in the barrel. Around me, men, women and children dressed in the same rigid white canvas uniforms scrubbed and stirred their laundry, their presence a persistent droning of voices and sloshing liquid.
By H.H. Callaghan5 years ago in Fiction
