We speak of rebirth As the morning breaks around us Something had to die before the dawn Could take its hold on the frigid Unforgiving
Category: Poetry & Prose
Closing Time
Today We Celebrate The Death Of all things Thought heard A golden horn Blown, sounding A proclamation That the rapture Is upon us Finally, the
To Those Owed
Love hasn’t gone Just set aside For a while A failure to recognize The adjoining Rhythm of strings And skins, wind Tapping at the cusp
Just Another Day, It Seems
In between This, that and the other Lies A common ground Unseen, distorted Misunderstood Through a lens Of pseudo-virtue Good intentions Driven by fear And
Never Sent
I received a letter, once Pretended it was from you Vowed to never open Tucked away in a drawer Filled with all the other False-hopes
Lucky Foot
There’s no absoluteTo be found, betweenYour Rorschach trialAnd the cloud shapesThat once upon a timeWere so endearingIn this one, a rabbitFollowed byAnother rabbitThat looks likeIt
