Wandering, Pondering

Can we meet where we first met,under the concrete fortress, betweensectors of madness and calm?Do you want to meet me … More

Under the August Moon

The moon brings this back.The calm, the echoes of your last spoken words.I heard.I heard a confession, a beautiful unraveling … More

I’ll close my eyes this final time and whisper my goodbye.As I lie, laying prostrate, the sacrifice you chose.I’ll whisper … More

Singing Bowie, being heroes, our imaginary world filling the spaces. I felt you drawing near in each note, each change … More

Static, surreal air,open eyes,black skies, There’s too much to bare. Boredom trumps the excited sun,in daylight, fingers drum I’m hungry … More

Peace of mind,I’ll share a slice.It won’t make sense.I woke up like this. Thinking of you again and again. I’ll … More

It was two days past the 6th of the 5th month, and I feel I’m still in the same day, … More

I get over excited and I push you too hard.I get over excited, laughing and crying, coming down from the … More

Waiting in vain, my blue blood in my narrowing veins, waiting to pump blood red and rich, excelling in this … More

I crave walking with you, following subtle streams and the setting sun. The autumn leaves crunch under our feet and … More

I keep going, exhausting all my efforts. My lungs suck in acrid air, drying my mouth and throat as I’m … More

The cold wind means there’s more to come. I’ve felt this heaviness coming onto me before. Heavy like a heartbreak, … More

This was inspired by a post written by Scrunch Foldington – There is No Hell Like an Old Hell I … More

I love you. I love your truth, your blunt brutality. I love the giddy glint in your eyes, your psychadelic … More

Hopping stone blocks, dropping, jumping across the same beaten path. Across is beautiful. The path is obscured with brush and … More

You want more of me. I want more of you too. It’s more than the physical, more than mental. It’s … More

You were the oddest feline. Black fur hardly shedding, soft as cotton and never irritating my skin. Nor would it … More

I feel at home and out of place. I see the golds and blues and whites, your floor boards and … More

Tomorrow can sometimes be a worrisome word, provoking insidious whirlwinds of anxious thoughts and a certain uncertainty with them. The … More

It’s 6:30 A.M. The wind is blowing deceivingly beatific ice crystals around the parking lot. The chill hits my bones … More