What’s Left

Do you see him, too?Over there?No.Under there? Do you see him, too?His cane spinning between webbed fingers, his top hat … More

Prayers

Toasty, nursing a fever.Blindly cursing, spewing spittle and words as if they’ll find a receiver.This doesn’t amount to much, a … More

Stole Away

I’m stealing myself to the acrid but sweet.Taste.Liquid gold snaking down my throat,bitter moca, sweet mint. How could I be … More

Chill Up My Spine

Spindly fingers,Waxen and goldenrod,demented smile, waiting to appear to the right eye.I won’t let you win, you’re wide mouth to … More

Little Mouse

I stole away, slipping into a little hole in the wall Watching the merriment take place, bootlegged and out of … More

Artists’ Gray Cloud

Artists shareArtists cryThey live anew with every fleeting die.Coming into the rain, soaking up the gray clouds.I call your name … More

Story

https://woodsydotblog.wordpress.com This is a post that I read that I felt really speaks volumes during these crazy times. It’s by … More

Animated Inanimate

You’re inanimate.Imaginary guide, my invincible railing.You’re my glass slippers, transparent but unbreakable like titanium. With one look, one soft touch, … More

Grandfather Time

Time was spent.Time was earned.Time is a fake. You’re living in a fog. Time makes no difference, until you’re missing … More

Sake of Saving

This post was inspired by my friend scrunchfoldington over at Lemon Stingray Blues. His post Negging, really got me in … More