The Red Writing Room

The ransom was paid.
I would guess it got some style
points with its hand-off,
although that’s really just a sense
on my part, given it’s been
all my part and there still
has been no word or
sig…

we never stopped once
to consider the road,
or the chosen scent
of the chosen rose.

we just loved how our feet walked
and how it pleasured our nose.

we never once stopped
and thought of the sound,
our foot…

I want to say, well, I don’t know what I want to say. But I hope when I figure it out it will be something worth listening to.

I want to say I love you everyday to all the people I love.

I want to sa…

I’ve heard of couples fizzling out after a few years or even less.
I’m here to say this will never happen to us because so little tears
we’ve been together, believe it or not, now for 52 years.

So it happened that Quentin Lynch actually wrote the letter to Nancy, the waitress at Bezzlebub’s. He had been toying with the idea for some time though could not bring himself to face the poss…

I am on a road to nowhere

in the most silent way,
how he passes his time,
gradual light graces his fronds,
smears across late day hues,
in an exquisite dance,
whispers through the tines.

the hill is bored endless by rabbit,
my cush…

Nothing , And I mean nothing can ever hurt them now
together they flourish and sustain
both securing and giving a pure heart

take me to the place where you go
where nobody knows

darkness sits in hot idleness
across my half sleeping form,
in unseasonal warmth,
the night noises enter
each open window.

you had to leave,
and in these days inbetween,
my second brain
does not see or hear…

If losing light is not something to be afraid of,
darkness a good place to be.
Then maybe I am not lost in the dark,
but rather blinded by the light.

Perhaps through darkness I will find my way.

Shy and curious at first. But as
Time passed the full
Gamut was experienced. And though
Reflection understood it was
Sorrow who held the
Moment… of time
Thwarted in the
Land of
Neglect…

You rape and
Pillage. Storm my very
Heart! What is it you
Want from me? Is it my
Pound of flesh? I gave that
Eon’s back… You are
Never satisfied. No matter
That I give all I
Have.

and now the clay is on fire. peeking out of winter’s decadence.
the enchanting beauty of staying inside. you and i.

Could it be
that the anger we feel
towards life
is a knowing in our spirit
telling us
that all is not right…?

My poor little broken heart
Has been abused and tortured
Many times over
But anytime it sees even a glimmer
Of a chance
For happiness
It leaps
It bounds
It wishes
It hopes
Because maybe this time
It could be th…

For a moment
We were together
Building a life
Happily
But it was all in my head
Just a day dream
A small hope
An easy picture to see
Because it’s so easy
When we’re together
But I never told you
My dreams
My sma…

If dusk mayhap should find you
On the road ’ere it gets dark,
And owls hoot more often
Than warbles the meadow lark
And up ahead, before you creeps
A cloying and deepening fog
You know you must be brave …