Morning Coffee

“Damn,” she muttered, pushing through the fog uncluttered. holding her canteen full of coffee, her bag loaded with toffee; down the misty dock she went. fast upon the hill she made her ascent, up the path made of concrete, what a momentous feat! she arrived…

Hill House

these dark halls deep secrets and meandering spirits years of misanthropic ghostly misfits the house in restless humor recalls frightful weather falls in rainfalls the solemn spirits befits the walls close up; this house commits the broken down spirits, trapped and held, there is sits…

Heartsong

that deep sadness stays those long nights we laid awake our hearts, they feel the ache that loss decays our long lost moments, the faraway gaze we hadn’t know what was at stake one last long night before we wake one last long night before…

Poo: A Sonnet

The record shows he is to blame His calendar is now a loop Big mistakes put him to shame He feel like a big load of poop His friends told him that he should stop He wanted to keep turning up But every other week…

WYSIWYG

WYSIWYG: it goes beyond Discussion of computer fonts, And colour-palette editing: There’s WYSIWYG in many things. That boy that passed you in the street; A charmer, nicest guy you’ll meet, Or else a thug of darkest kind, Based on what you expect to find. The…

Fidelity

Faithful companion, loyal friend, Warm weight at the foot of the bed. Clattering claws across the floor, Rushing to greeting at the door. Eager for daily exercise, Snatching the ball out of the sky Bounding full-tilt across the park, Playing outside ’til after dark. Proud to…

Mise-en-scène

The fields of sunlight-green go on forever, The ancient arch reveals the rural scene Containing countless shades of blue and green Each leaf and blade of grass defined but never Destroying harmony with one another But delicately balancing between Variety and unity of mien A perfect patch of land, in…

The Foggy Road (Almost a Sonnet, but Not Really)

The road ahead of me is so foggy I can’t see the center line I’m aching and I’m groggy From squinting at each little sign I don’t know where I’m going I barely remember where I’ve been I understand I must be growing As I…

Night.

I held onto the afternoon, My fingers tinged light pink, With fear of what was coming soon, For night brings time to think. But like the dawn turns into day, The day turns into night, Lost and lonely on my way, I held the fading light….