We meld well together, We think much alike, You are my wonderful husband,  and I your wife. We have been together for years, it does not seem, that we have been together that long. We are exactly where we belong. To love someone they way…

She sat in the café Near the doors and looked outside There it was, the moonlit bay And with it the high tide. In her hands she held her coffee A single moonbeam hit her bread she had ordered and a toffee “Damn fog,” she…

Of this day’s indulgence, These pine trees, pinot noir, and smoked leg of lamb, I love the pines the best. Of this day’s refulgence, My children, all the world, and Old Uncle Sam, I love my kids the best. I am a typical mom!

Gotta make this short and sweet Gotta move my fingers like I would move my feet Quickly Got distracted by watching a documentary Though my attention need it For some reason Helping me to get ready For All Eyes On Me   Copyright © 2019…

Moonbeams shine on the city Turning concrete to marble The hush of the city everywhere No yells of damn or fuck breaking the peace The city will shine in quiet till dawn When the fog hides the beauty for an other day   woot just…

I remained silent Stubborn to not reveal my heart Your heart, you knew so well You knew just how to twist And yet I remained silent Can I reveal the fire that burns so bright And burn your hate away? Leave behind the scattered words…

They say it’s the limit despite its existence being an old wive’s tale. It’s always in view yet perpetually unreachable. I don’t know why you’d ever need gardening tools up there but i guess that’s the point. There’s nothing holding you back and yet there’s…

Moon beams illuminate the hush of fog. Silhouettes of fir cross the page. I write three words more and ease a sip from my canteen of coffee.  

I sent my love In a letter. In the letter, I said I couldn’t wait to see you again. I waited for a response, And hoped you would send me words to soothe my soul. What I got was, Same. Same, One word, That makes…

10 hjours in nought remains of night, noteven a moonbeam. coughing wearily wishing i still drank coffee even my dog’s twitching paws tell me to hush he snores tauntingly through my mental fog. my caffeineless brain tips whiskey in my canteen something sweet’s happening— oh…