three phases of light
in predawn morning hours hope can crest the horizon and bathed in its ambient glow so much still seems possible. in the...
like purest gold
a field of green dotted white with clover and the air alive with buzzing bees as they flit from flower to flower...
north star
you could follow a star of your own device should you dare light a path from now to where your soul might...
heavy with paint
in dreams i’m holding the brush again, my index finger pointed at bristles heavy with paint. from across the room i can...
a betrayal
in a millisecond you can feel it ring true that knowing without knowing in your gut or in your bones which communicates...
once upon a when
these feet once filled with rage prowled familiar streets and lanes in my dreams, in my drunken hours desperate for love’s embrace...
all a twitter
anger in any form is anger, naked and pure. righteous indignation is never righteous. indignation is nothing more than anger poorly dressed...
still shivered
there’s never one reason for leaving (though mistaken heads nod in approval at fables offered up as truth) for crows will fly...