Slipping back the skin of timethin crisp pages of another erathis book reads in memoryits ink dripping with lossToday is not just another day.The date..
Milk drifts in Picasso pools in my coffee cupSome things drift and others fly.I try to figure out which to do todayand decide its a drifting day.My wi..
Soon it will be necessary to leave. He snores and pulls me closer to himas if he has heard my thought.I shake the thought awayand focus on his breath,..
Here I sit among a feast of famine,I in my broken palaceHow tender are the hearts which reside here.Outside are remnants of lives lost to naturemattre..
Bloated . floating face up in the pool I had failed to cover. I couldn't face the bloated creature.Couldn't face the failure.It was the same with the ..
i am discarding all the old words.burning up the memoriessweeping up the crumbs.its the only way you knowto start new.pure.without the backpacks of th..
Every word. Every thought.i will not say they were for you.I will not imbue them with divinity.I will not romanticize the processas we all know how si..
Blue and sad...almost bruisedand within the shades of greyI felt regretand when they looked awayI knew caution had taken hold.Yet, in the picturethe o..
The silver edges of this abyss lure me into its flames.I may be ready to fall once again.You've captured something I thought was long lost.A treasured..