She was rejected again and again By every music company, by every music competition But she continued playing her violin Sometimes in the park, other times outside the temples Today she sat in a deserted garden, closing eyes and Playing the violin until her fingers…

We traveled to New Orleans, to seek out the darker side We headed to an apartment; there were secrets it did hide. A tragic tale unfolded when a young man jumped to his end A note found in his pocket, to his apartment police were…

You’ve come to me in a dream again. This time it’s exactly a year since you left us, after fist fighting with death until there was no fight left. Now here you are- radiant and giddy, “Fine as frog’s hair,” unencumbered by aging or illness……

It was back The crow with the single Pale blue eye Perched on Mrs. Haversham’s fence Staring intently Where it came from No one really knew But every day it came Perching, staring Immovable They tried to scare it off Shoo it away But nothing…

An unkindness soaring through the air, Make their presence known, Forewarning beware! Wishing to be left alone, You hurry through; too pressed to care. In the distance arises dawn, And the Ravens begin to appear. You quicken your pace, looking in the direction from which…

I made some chicken today, I cooked it pretty late, It was so delicious, I cleaned the plate, I smothered it in gravy, And seasoned it with love, I ate it by myself, too bad no one was around to share, You would have loved…

Listen to a story ’bout a man named Black Tim Villines a big man living as a hermit in the hills above Bullfrog Hollow in the days when one black man in the county was one too many. In the only surviving picture of him,…

Home haunted a whisper wafts against skin tendrils of white, within a scent mirrors death, old shivering begins in mold a flash, something dark lay beyond something brittle and twisted, lurks on deeper, a feeling of fear hangs alone, the heart triple bangs dread, it’s…

Slugs slithering up the front door 8 cats meowing for more Mosquitos dancing for a bloody cure And my feet are on the floor Tired of standing Strong I will be Life is demanding It’s so hard to see I am fragile Handle with care…

Wakefulness is not entirely eyes open, clear participation response of the soul. It is a love letter that is painstakingly unraveled and rediscovered. Lovely, pearlescent, and as bright as  the sunken star.