The Writing Wounded

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

Time’s Elegy

  Tangled time forgotten in the mind’s eye seconds tick–a wry wretched rhythm a metronome of memories methodically strafing eviscerates …

Again, Please

  Your kiss of sweetened fruit Takes my breath Even in memory Our intimate picnics Punctuated with laughter Framed with …

Empty Nest Fear

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