Weeds, Wood and Sea

To know me – continued

First, the wind gently tugs then whips her hair, wisps slashing across her nose and cheeks. She stubbornly tucks the … More

On the 29th day, she finally lost her way her fingers tremble in need, her heart bleeds to spill the … More

Attracted to the intensity of his solitude An aura of wounded defiance Creates tremors through her weary heart His melancholy … More

I wish to linger upon your tongue the tang of time as I come Upon your whispers of want Sin’s … More

Has love passed us by to wallow in spoiled regret, to drown ourselves in spilled paint? Or does love await … More

Through my invisible cracks the tears seep, grace in reprieve Under my fierce facade the rye is rancid, hope fades … More

I float among the ancient relics of my emotions. Sand castles of despair, with turrets of devout devotion to souls … More