The willow weeps twice each day for the dearly departed and for those who stay. Her leaves dance in the … Continue reading Life Leaves
possessed by a nightmare.
convinced you are another,
not yourself. Continue reading “Another Soul Now Dwells”
Who am I?
Is it the company I keep?
Maybe the dreams I dream
once I’ve fallen asleep? Continue reading “Where My Mind Lies”
Watch the threshold ignite in little ribbons,
in an insanity of your own design.
Wait for that door to open and bring forth
your demise that you confine to Stockholm. Continue reading “Stockholm”
For whatever reason, I just felt like reading some more poetry by Hughes and I was delightfully surprised this morning. … Continue reading Hughes Blues Part Five
Screaming so thunderous
you had to hide inside your mind
where misplaced worry is like
jagged bolts in the sky.
That sound of silence
had room to nurture
hope and hypotheticals
and all that they imply. Continue reading “Pesky Pictures in Your Head”
We were as statues,
made to be in your way.
You give us a glimpse of
the future and say, “This is
what you want, no? Continue reading “What You Want”