I've come to love every dayand anticipate each morningthe words that spark upon my pageand the thought flowing behind themI remember our first real co..
It was another one of those nights where the evening sky was sodden and heavy grey. I could practically feel it pushing down on me as I climbed inside..
Fat cat is ruiningmy lovely red bedspreadwith a fine layer of white furlike altostratus cloudsstreaked across a painted twilight sky.Thank goodness th..
It was four o'clockbut I knew that somewhereit must be midnightThat strange timewhere dreams aboundand modes of transportationtransform into pumpkinsT..
The wind attempts to claimeverything.Taken the beatof an aching heart(lonely)wrapped it up in cold dark.Where are the blankets?They've slid upon the f..
I have been pondering this word for a while now. In all my online activities throughout several years I have only met one person I can apply it to. A ..
the sky was wovenwith orange and redstreaked througha watery morninggrey predominatedas the hours movedfurther into the daythe palette meltedand washe..
Some people are mind blindwith bars over windowsof what should be eyesPerceptions skewedin the shadowsvertically darkemotionally tiedto the preconceiv..
The deep grey of early morninghas succumbed to a lighter greyas the sun makes its marchacross the skyFunnyI never noticed the broken treelaying on my ..
Morning touched the skyheavy and chilllike a long exhaled breathhanging overheadgrey as old cottonwashed one too many timesdecaying brown leavesfrozen..