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

Impoverished minds

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

Blessed

I left my heart in the future of the rising sun Tears dappled in time, laughter faded in childish chimes …

Bleeding Out

She grazed his hand with the hope of a touch, but neither of them moved. His eyes spoke of a …

Beginnings

When the night melts into the welcoming kiss of a new day.

Landing

Landing, crashing, retreating, withdrawing, escaping, suffering, suffocating, losing … mental illness is exhausting.    

The Writing Wounded

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

Undead

I write to let my emotions slowly escape A drop or two of blood of heartbreak A sigh of a …

In the Mood

*I guess one cannot be a tempest without being a bit temperamental.  I have times of rich darkness, sultry naughtiness, …