Dear April, This is it. when you're gone, you're gone. I can not take time by the hand and lead it wherever I want. I can not dance with it-- a two-step, a waltz. If we did dance Time would... Continue Reading →
In my chest, a little to the left is rose gold that holds loneliness. From inside its carved hollow escapes the whispers of Casper, a yearning for the knowledge of tomorrow. A little to the left, the lid sometimes slides... Continue Reading →
Lost words Articles of my sentences Strewn out into space Lost words Verbs of haunted lives Taking a turn I can't see Lost words Nouns around bends In the passages of green light Lost words Fragment thoughts Cannot be recaptured... Continue Reading →
Cat Over Clock:
Some things are more important than time ... cats are one of them. Welcome to a world of photographed shadows--I invite you to a study of compassion through poetry. It is with gratitude that you might take it with you.