Posted on April 30, 2016September 20, 2016 / Poetry Dissociation Presently I am all here and present, But in some regards oh so far away, Keen and avid noses can smell the scent, But weary eyes cannot see the bouquet. So ensnared in the labyrinth of my mind, Seeking and revealing inner doorways,[....] Read More Tweet Share
Posted on April 28, 2016 / Haiku Reason Suspended life orb, We curve beyond our reason, True restricted proofs. [....] Read More Tweet Share
Posted on April 28, 2016April 30, 2016 / Poetry Bargain Books As I was found in the bargain books bin, With my blank pages written in the dust, Expressing the depth you lost in the din. And the drab cashier did give a dry grin, Eyes that drew images of raw distrust,[....] Read More Tweet Share
Posted on April 28, 2016 / Micropoetry April Madness V Velvet Half past midnight, In a mood lit street, We are sleeping alone, Red velvet leaking from your heart; A blanket To keep us warm. —————————————————————————————————————-[....] Read More Tweet Share
Posted on April 28, 2016 / Micropoetry April Madness IV Cloudburst As we watch the cloudburst, Upon the edge of shine, It’s movements unrehearsed, As it’s rain does enshrine. —————————————————————————————————————–[....] Read More Tweet Share
Posted on April 28, 2016 / Micropoetry April Madness III Kingdom And in this grand kingdom, With spires of pages, And towers of wisdom, My solemn muse rages. —————————————————————————————————————–[....] Read More Tweet Share
Posted on April 28, 2016 / Haiku Memories Iridescent tears, The pale sunlight of the past, Hoarding memories. [....] Read More Tweet Share
Posted on April 21, 2016 / Micropoetry April Madness II Photographs Taking photographs of the sun, On an autumn day, Blinding as a farewell, Thought little & indescribable, As you leave me alone, With a fading day. Venus As we bade farewell, To mortality & ashen worms,[....] Read More Tweet Share
Posted on April 21, 2016 / Micropoetry April Madness I The Deanery Your breath of stale tobacco, And mine of a sour red wine, My floor show of cheap Bordeaux, And yours of old man’s decline. —————————————————————————————[....] Read More Tweet Share
Posted on April 13, 2016 / Poetry Painting with Fire Against the fates we do rightly follow, Not fearing the black of the starless night, In this long born vacuum of sorrow, Holding the fading memory of light. With brushes of fire, and strokes of flames true,[....] Read More Tweet Share
