My life began with a funeral A fresh start from a bloody goodbye The harmful root wrenched free and yet I weep for what is no more than an Absence. Standing alone, I jump from the edge Suspended above water, … Continue reading →



He dug himself a hole in the ground a place to burrow dreams for safekeeping while he tended to responsibilities Locked them tightly in a brass tin and kept the key hidden from sight as dreams belong to youth and … Continue reading →