Survive the Fall to Rock Bottom…The burning inside my clenched fists / is screaming at me to let go. / My mind is distorted by hatred / of a thousand voices / spoken by the …
Welcome The Darkness…In the dark she sat. In the dark and in the corner. On the floor. Knees to her chest, head on her knees, hands on her head. In the da…
Corners…I found a piece yesterday I wrote some time ago. I could not for the life of me remember writing it and even though I’ve read it several …
Last Stand…The darkened door looms / like the wings of a black angel / sent to take me away from here. I dare not step further / for the air is smok…
If wishes were horses…..…I want to love with my eyes closed / the kind of headlong love / that gives butterflies and cloud soaring where you slide easy into a …
the rivers…darkness has come early today / the rivers have slowed / they are easing / thinning / to a quiet flow they carry the fallen / of once glori…
Untitled…mercy, he cries in the night, dreading the moment / he must crawl under the covers willing the night light / to push away those shadows…. W…
La Odisea…I’ve heard of dark legends coating the deepest of seas and myths of winged lions guarding perils of every kind
Teach me…Please show me how to hold onto nothing / To make love meaningless and unfeeling Teach me how to see with tear-filled eyes / I can be ca…
Silly Romantic…How light can I get? / How silly romantic? / How much love / can I feel?
The Hanging Tree.…They cut down the hanging tree at the mirador in town. Last remnant of a god forsaken civil war. The killing wall went years ago, / ...
The Old Lady…The Old Lady rose entered / church slowly / back bent / in cloister like / arch – / we speak / her voice / quiet / tremulous / as a flickering…
egregor…you come to me from the north / wearing the shape of an old man nun resh’irin, once walked forgotten / spaces, now nailed to heavy e…
My Sugar Mama…Madison Avenue sugar mama / sitting on happy hour / with corporate stockings want ad / Mercedes Benz driving in pupils / nipples standing ere…
Silent Stones…The lowering sky is mourning / gray and somber above / the silent stones that mark / your coming and your going. / They speak naught of who…
Without you.…Although I never met you. / I miss you every day.
Anger/Confusion…Life is a bitch sometimes, this I understand / But wanting to abandon me before forever comes, is less than I can withstand
Dreaming of Him…Dreaming of him / makes her feel beautiful / Seeing his image / in her minds eye / Filling in the detail / the line, colour and form / He takes…