Cold War

Winter is early. The fiery reds breathe icily as they swirl mid-air. The burnt oranges break against the brittle truth.  …

Un-mused

I am darkness, bruised by the kiss of light.   ©10/2019

Lured

He climbed inside her mind, one hesitant heartbeat at a time. Her soul resisted with creaks of scars that were …

Astray

I remember the day I was led astray. His eyes had already seduced me in a dream. His lips offered …

Shhhh …

Our secrets are exhaled in the vapors of my labored fantasies. Lips pursed, my legs parted, exposing my soul to …

The Flicker

The flicker of the lone candle reminds me of your whispers in my ear.  We ceaselessly told stories of our …

Photograph

I am that faded photograph. The one that tore as you pulled away. You may not see my face, but …

Impoverished minds

Pale eyes, faded dreams Torn denim, leathery pleas Cardboard fortunes, penniless wishes Disgusted smiles, feigned kindness The stench we refuse …