Oceans open the river leading to my heart. You and I drawn to the sound of the sea. I flocked to its majestic arms while you stayed by the shore line. Intrepid to touch the healing unknown waters we drifted apart, yet you left a…

My mornings and nights Mornings are beautiful. Some feels it, some not. But all says the same.. Nights are wonderful. Some wait for that wonder to happen, some not. But all says the same.. We made it and mould it the way we want to…..

Eye, demolition. Approaching from the distance. Slightest notion, devastating. Though it rarely makes a difference. Id, modulation. Cognitively dissonant. Articulate superego, Ego know, yet never listens. See, revelation. Commission without hinderance. Existence owed restitution, as our souls are of the essence.    

Just before darkness…. Honeysuckle sweetness hangs in the air Like syrup on cornbread and pancakes we share. Crickets are chirping their evening song, Croaky old bullfrogs singing along. New-mown hay in the field ‘cross the way Sets the stage for the next act closing the…

Summer Cacophony runs free from mouths of children, liberally testing the acceptable usage of the ever-elusive outside voice, demonstrating its voraciousness and enthusiasm, un-eagerly awaiting the end of a two-month utopia.   Fall Hurried scratching of graphite on pulverized, flattened, and bleached wood pulp fills…

Wake, eat, dress, leave, do, fill or kill time, whichever, just know, it comes back

Oops fell slipped down a dry well guess this will be quite a story to tell Soon see they’ll come looking for me help me back up and then Ill be free woo-hoo hear voices are near wait no, shit it’s just some deer yoo-hoo…

Before darkness comes the foreboding crackle momentary disorientation giving way to cursed luck fate, ill-timed fortune there exists briefly a vacuum knowing neither light nor absence of  illumination there is no good that comes from channeling dormant, evolutionary bat instincts only stubbed emotional toes, bruised…

When the last crepuscular rays bathe the marsh in sweet golds and pinks, predation peaks. Twilight hours inspire nightmares – ethereal veils barely separating the living from the soon to be dead. Light refracts oddly in this aqueous medium that fosters beguiling shadows. Always remember,…