The arms of the ocean
When the arms of the cold empty ocean are my only consoling caress, and the wide open sky encircled by …
Category: .Lonesome
Emily’s Last Words
“I must go in, for the fog is rising,” breathed out that pen we love so well, as she upon …
True Tide
Coast of perfect bays, all night the harbor widens between us; as we sleep the continents change address. I sail …
The Park
a massive rock juts up in the park like the claw of a slumbering leviathan sightless, I sit under it …
The Old Man in the Mist
A lonely path through clouded memories his fading mind once sharp and clear, now lost in hazy fusion, time betrayed …
Dust and Denim
He led a life of dust and denim trying to avoid the venom life had spat his way. She clad …