Hour Eight The devil nestles underneath car door handles flooding lungs and invading the bloodstream of society. The drivers fein placation with promises of Pleasure Island. Nostrils extend in deeply croaking breaths heavy-handed and grappling protests are caught in the throat as a scurry of…

Hour Seven Tethered to breath a rise and fall of chest- a lift of torso and a spirit, or what is left. Triggering the vagus a nerve once shaking as it’s coiled in suspended animation until the breath’s release, and to which pulse can now…

Hour Six A fish out of water scooped out of the expanse with a net of lies and plunged within a crystalline bowl. Flitting to the surface wherein lies the tease of sustenance and breath held in stagnancy. Feeble attempts to avoid the anglerfish and…

Hour Five Memories tucked into my breast pocket left and close to my heart. They flutter like eyelids just waking from slumber- fractured images play upon the screen of thought a tribute to remembrance to lives previously lived during my years on the back roads….

Hour Three 1:23 Layers droop precariously from form like draperies obscuring the world from the frame I had held like photograph- with peeling laminate ironed over like wax paper leaves and never comes back. The covers fall from mattresses skirting the hardwood floors methylene chloride…

Hour Two Rays of sunshine pierce through the fabric of hope like hot daggers searing cauterizing the wounds of winter’s blush melting the ventricles of a heart’s cold season when the chamber doors had closed like an iron fist. A heart that beats with filagree…

A man stood beneath the tree, Waiting it seemed, for me His gaze was soft as diamond His mood as light as iron He had been waiting for me But why beneath this tree?   This tree was like most around it Red leaves and…

I can’t imagine a life Without his smile That bright beam that lights My way through The worst days Shining brighter My best… He’s a silly tease with Innocence abounding Simple toilet humor And a penchant for Causing my senses to revolt. He’s mama’s boy…

There’s a burning deep inside, a fire that yearns to be set free, and one that longs to breathe heat, light, and life into every corner of the world. The flickering of passion grows within, embers igniting new sparks, inspiration looking for an outlet to…

I was hit in the eye by a humming bird’s wing It gave me the power to see unseen things The floating of fae The angels on their way Even the demons at play (Though that one brings dismay) I saw the pain in your…