Unfinished …

I lay myself bare on raw canvas obsessed with the glare, reflection a void I feel but can only capture …

A Love Story

Under dark skies and hooded eyes his fever broke Her soul splintered, shooting stars  In forgotten rhymes Leaves whispered as …

The Writing Wounded

I write of darkness that inhales my light. I pen rays of hope that drown in tides of tears I …

Empty Nest Fear

Tranquil kiss of sun upon cheeks  streaked with weary age Memories pour like acid rain Bittersweet sips of sticky faces …