each thundering beat
she asked about loneliness and what it was all supposed to mean as if...
wheel of fortune
the weight of my world hung in the balance as her hands shuffled fate...
another starry night
there’s no way to know for certain what he saw from his open window...
once again (divested)
“the word is not the thing” he said once again and of course i...
colorful jim c
he talked about the ultimate color to thread thru his window on a world...
not too special
“you’re not too special” she said and to my young mind it must have...
true north
there are words we hurl against the fabric of coal- black night, words that...
soliloquy
you don’t have to pull as these words bleed out and spill on the...