Reduced to Ecstasy
Within me beat opposing hearts.The blood in one is light and life the other baleful, dark as death. I am …
A Prayer for Home
Thank you for letting me rest my heavy head on the needlepoint pillow, so I can melt into a reclining …
The Fickle Finger of Fate
A full stop can sometimes appear in mid-sentence the story could suddenly end in a flash, It’s sad when we find …
A hundred hearts
If I had a hundred hearts, I’d give them all to you, And if I had a hundred more, They’d …
Christmas Cards
everyone just everyone there could possibly be on every kind of chair there possibly was (if they were lucky) or …
Torsional Cartography
Doodle meander lines for a new island. Indent harbors and jut peninsulas with a bend of your pen. Snake waterways …
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[ I fell into the riverbed in desperate search of sleep. ]
I fell into the riverbed in desperate search of sleep.
The winter melt had long since gone (the waters were not deep)
Yet Autumn’s early frost had rimed the trickling river’s tears.
Engulfed in such as this all other thinking disappears.
Fatherhood
You came to me a welcome thief, I have no one to blame. I held a foolish, firm belief that …