Day One …

One word becomes three. Misery loves company.

‘Tis the Season

I am not myself. I am a flawed mannequin of motions, emotionless. Or cocooned in numbness. A sticky web of …

Poor Me Out

Winter chills. Unpaid bills. Morbid anniversaries. Don’t forget. Holiday spiritless. Exhaustion invisible. Imaginary trauma. Immoral dilemma. Promise me. Parental failure. …

Confession

I am fierce. And fiercely insecure. I am passionate.  Passionately untamed. I am intelligent. Although some decisions are unwise. I …

Tilted Pedestal

I rose from stone in strokes of ash Marbled with memories, chipped  Cold in the heat of my desires Puddle …

Razor Cuts

You left me on the edge  of rejection’s denial Drifting under the darkness of love’s revival Sinking into the quicksand …

Sky Writing

𝘔𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 ⁣𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘥

Afternoon Write

A sun drop flares memories  that dance in gleeful disdain Mocking a mournful heart that seeks another kiss good-bye ©09/07/2020

Exhausted

©07/04/2020

Weeds, Wood and Sea