I look up in awe, as the creatures I idolize stand twenty feet away, completely unaware of my existence, unbothered by the tears beginning to gather at the corners of my eyes. There is no explanation, no deep-seated reason for my sudden overflow of emotions….

I didn’t want to just share not this time so I made a cup of coffee and listened she told me it was rather late for coffee as the  moon beamed through the fog, casting a misty light in the dark she hushed herself while…

That picture on the shelf: sipping some coffee from a canteen, sitting on the dock wrapped in fir. The hush of the fog rolls over the damn. A moonbeam lights a concrete paradise into a dim blur of peace. We were young.

I’m worried about what happened today; These people, these catastrophes that slipped Down the slope toward me that I couldn’t (Or wouldn’t!) avoid. I’m worried and maybe I won’t sleep tonight. Maybe I’ll dream Of those faces, all twisted and wrenched, Like dried fruit, fanged…

You made it simple to understand Be honest, be earnest, and never forget why you’re here You’ve remained ever by my side Because I loved you in those ways Never forgetting Why you married me

    Hour Ten   Moonbeam Coffee   Moonbeam Coffee they call it.   You know who I’m talkin’ bout, them damn hippies who ruined everything.   One of these foggy days they might end up with a pair of cement shoes taking one long…

Night has fallen, not one Moonbeam can pierce the fog, That has slowly closed in around me. I’ve had my fishing pole off the shelf for awhile now, Surely something will bite, For my line has been in the water for what seems like an…

Campfires rage in a steel cold night. Coffee by the fireside and music that is right. The hush of the fog makes everything else stand still The moonbeam through the fir trees make the darkness more real. Just inside the cabin window there a canteen…

There’s just so much that I… but I can’t because you’re with yours and I’m with mine but oh the stories we could write with sex and sweat on my ruffled bed sheets And leave them dripping with inspiration that I could carry with me…

There’s nothing out here in the fog of war. The sloshing of water in the canteen dissipates to nothing. All sounds here are hushed. I can remember moonbeams shining across the concrete dock. I can remember… But memories also fade to oblivion. There was a…