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fold yourself up like a wee origami box delicate and lovely pink azaleas sketched on only the exterior once you’re as wee as you can make yourself fold yourself in half again and again and again until we can’t see you especially … Continue reading →

Isolation–A Poem


The chasm between us widens With every sip you take I’ve always been separate, though Stalking silently Through this life It’s not you, it’s me Splitting through at the center Over something so ordinary It’s hardly worth mentioning Except until it is … Continue reading →

The Source


Raise your candle so we can see Your heart gazing through the flame Lift the cup to your lips in prayer A communion of ecstasy   Ride the back of uncertainty Though it tries to shake you off I’ll meet you at … Continue reading →

the days of death are upon us

where to bridge

the death days are upon us the time of mourning is at hand some pour out words of celebration for those who go ahead others, like me, cannot i’ve always been selfish that way mentally robbing you of your crown, … Continue reading →


Photo courtesy of Olivia Henry

Waves kiss the shoreline, Shameless in their affection, Rushing to embrace. Often they batter lovers One grain of sand at a time. … Continue reading →

When in the black


When in the black I find respite from care The kind that pours bland nothingness to brim O’erflows the bonds up which we strung in prayer Our arms outstretched to slice through fraying limb Out on periphery of madness share Sweet palm to palm in contact round … Continue reading →

Song of the Times


We steam clean our rage until what was once human becomes tepid We are not the only ones who are frail Yet we proceed as if none matter more Cataclysms hail towards the times We have created for ourselves. I’ll meet … Continue reading →

Fiction: From Now On


The boops and beeps sliced through the fog rolling across the lake, which was so still her reflection stared back at her without wavering. How long had she been sitting here? She blinked, swiveling her head in slow motion. Gray nothing … Continue reading →

A Meeting | Fiction


The first thing I saw upon entering the inn was the tabby perched on the same table as the ale jugs, pink tongue curling between the toes of its hind paw. Sleek fur gave away its position of a cat specifically kept for the … Continue reading →