from the outside (in)
perhaps most days pass by seamless and without release but do you ever wonder how to reach the heart of passion and...
a recollection
if given a reason or forced by chance and circumstance i can still recollect with camera-like precision a single tear rolling cool...
last night
her parting words hang heavy in the air as the car door slams shut. through its open window you watch as she...
on a melancholy angle
early morning rays break the horizon with earnest anticipation of what might come to pass, while soft and subtle colors are bleached...
a visitor
just now — a lone hummingbird at the back door checking to see if i’m done with morning coffee, or perhaps nothing...
it comes like ice
behind your tears which flow and those stuck frozen as ice unshed upon a cheek, unbled upon a soul duly rent is...
the colors that i seek
shall any aspire to measure the beat of a broken heart or dare weigh such depth of feeling between two rendered souls?...
the tolling bell
wrapped in grief’s embrace never sweetly felt what lingers deep inside to rattle a chest cold as ice while reason wanders past?...