Exiting the Trenches
We’ve been under house arrest for days, our gray-cloaked jailers, wispy-haired, roll their heavy carts overhead, jangling their keys, making …
From Humble Dark Beginnings
I grew beneath the shadows where light was hard to find lay there amongst the darkness abandoned, left behind. I …
Heaven Forbid!
“Are these the famous Pearly Gates? And are you that Saint Peter? I’ve heard of both, of course, but always …
Seeing in the Dark
Last night I wanted to climb the golden stairs and pour metallic confetti into clouds to mix with rain, surprising …
The Last Drop
Never want to leave that sunset Value every single ray Though the brightness of the sunshine Spent its youth and …
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[ If I were a painter I’d paint you in colors ]
If I were a painter I’d paint you in colors Of emerald and olive and amaranth-red, Agleam in the beam …
A Single Day
A Mayfly lives a single day So every moment counts. Her time is metered out to her In minuscule amounts. …
Moment of Choice
Close your eyes! Stay very, very still. Feel the energy all around you. It is your soul, your inner self… …