Melodrama

It's that fear
That i will not be near
When the voices will speak again
It's that fear...

12/12/2021

Holding her

And there she was.

The woman of my dreams...

all the barrels snug in a winery rook, smelting bourdeau
in time’s forge without irony or...

while out of town, my house remained unattended
and the spirits dwelled in porcelain solitude...

my days are love’s feral gyspy sunstroke
all fife and drum most butterfly
in the mirkwood of...

There is animated chatter
among the trees today;
the wind has stirred the conversation...

the semantics of holding your breath in an iron lung
is like semaphore with one arm, waving down a...

Star, bright garner of desires,
What is one to choose.
An honest lover with grace,
For...

you sleep until the adventure over-boils into daylight
and awakening clanks like a muffler
...

Concentration is so easily distracted, when one ends up staring into space

It’s that feeling of “...

Of the many Christmas customs,
All known and loved for years.
The one of sending Christmas...

Only a child as she bathed her young brother, and spoon-fed her frail, mentally ill elderly Grandmother...

what you think is sleep is a ravine in an iron shadow
as heavy as a dream of sleep… after hours -...

The little ugly duckling was so very sad

And when they blamed his Father for his ugliness he felt...

I died and went to heaven and came back with a jolt..

In but the blink of an eye..just like a...

Love, like midnight on a fork in the road
where libraries smoke in back alleys
with...

He cried when he was happy, yet now she cries coz she is sad

And those tears rolling down her...