Ho do I dream into being your life and your love and yourself? Your arms they surround me in dreams, but I wake alone. Your wife she had so many years I hope they were beautifully real I envy the time she was precious in…

When God gave out the talents, no one really cared, for then we were one people and everything was shared.   When God dispensed desires, all fell into dust. Everyone had different wants, and we forgot to trust.   And while this holy act brought…

Tell them to open their mouths and taste the air. If dust has overtaken the saltiness, tell them it’s okay to move closer to the Pacific and that their mother was not always confined to this mattress, sedatives swirling in her blood. Keep your arms…

Prompt for Hour Two- Under the comforting shades of aspen trees- Memories wilts and wheatgrass grows taller than the last year- fragile moments and parched eyes; thistle needles pierced my solitude We collect dandelions; beyond time and life We churned corn stalks powder into anesthetic-…

Nameless wonders speak volumes in my unwritten heart. Called to taste the moment their beauty can be shared and forever trembling behind my unspoken hand. Come forth wordless desire eternally escaping my call for definition. If not by words then find sound and understanding in…

he walks through the rust by the sand worn tin box houses with a canvas like a white beacon amongst the blizzard of yellow and yellow turned reds and blues and grays he comes to a halt at the brick end of his venture the…

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The wind rustled her hair as she walked along the shore. Her smile hid the fact that inside her raged a war. She walked to and fro, moving along with the tide. The sounds of the ocean helped heal the pain inside. She stopped for…

On Fire That careless hand (manicured, fine long fingers) lingers, then flicks – and the yellow straw grass lining the highway sighs before it sparks (neither in the car look behind them – the road ahead leading to paradise) and the wind exhales its breath;…

Into the stillness of a dream The day had been what it’d never been Wide swing, warm coffee, chilly day; Words flowed from fingers, come what may When up I glanced, to a tattered blue And a stylish shirt; it was only you They say…