Church Bells Tolling
At every hour and more, from East and West And North and South and every in-between, From livid London’s every …
Category: . Restless
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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.
The Seven Year Itch
Ignore it and it reminds massage it it gets irritated Scratch it it looks for more Do all together and …
Inglorious Morning
My morning broke in coloring inglorious, no tempting taste of glistened dew, no chirp or first-light hue. The spider’s web …
Betrayed
Those doors were thought to be closed— those heavy, thick doors on massive iron hinges were pulled firmly closed and …
Orion’s Star
I’ve chased a comet through magenta skies, delighting in its citrus-flaming course. No hill would hamper where it went or …
A Lap Around the Pond
Some days I’m just padding along loving every smell then I hear an off-color bark and something animal inside me …
an undertone
The braying of an injured pack Howl outside. Their wailings whistle Long shrieks like banshees screaming. Bone chilling shrill, their …