tink tink tink Is that in key? Is it a key? Do I care? tink tink tink I think I like it. Maybe. I should try it again. tink tink tink That sounds horrible. It sounds like rust. I love it. tink

The house on the hill The walk from town to the house A memory that would not fade away The beauty of the house died suddenly The window never opened amicably When she was home the window was lit Her writing on the wall I…

Weekend Getaway A picnic blanket spread under the old Oak tree My hardback spread across my chest as I nap The smell of sunflowers in the air My wife knitting with her back against the tree Plates of cheddar cheese and crackers Our wine glasses…

Two doors down on Sundays You can see a dozen smiles And in the tavern down the way A dozen more, or so they say   And right next door, the neighbors Light up fireworks at night Listen closely, you can hear Children laugh and…

What happened to you, Salvadore? Born in 1904, long before the war. A fine, handsome young man of artistic nature. Barcelona beaches and galleries launched you to fame in 1922. Awards with high praises were given to you. How did you go from beautifully skilled,…

Unending time turns falling down over again; sand infinity.

A wine glass tucked in the corner, a crack running down its globe, tells the story of my realm that translucent crack visible to all the world cannot be hidden but will not be a hinderance either the glass stands strong, pieces separated, but still…

I decided to go back to our old house I hadn’t been there since we ended things for good The windows were shattered, and covered in vines The front door was hanging off its hinges It was obvious that the world reclaimed the area I…

Never again I quietly weep As I wake up from drunken sleep And get struck full force in the face With the free gift in every beer case Never again I softly cry As I lie there and wait to die With head splitting and…

Knitting together thoughts found in other people’s hardback novels, wine glass poised as if to say, “Oh! Not me, dear!”   And in that small insufferable space I wonder how the hell I said yes to happy hour when I know you only drink white…