They asked me why I don’t often write of the vastness of stars tides of the sea a flower’s bloom bathed in a kiss of
Tag: poetry
An Unfinished Letter to M. Ennenbach – Dictated
please, indulge me for a moment if you’ve a few to spare as I seize this opportunity at a live, captive audience of one for
This Time
it’s been a long time coming the divisive fracture held much longer than expected through the wind and the rain ever widening, splintering the creaks
Strangers
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
Decency, We Barely Knew Thee
I stood watching As decency took its last breath I barely recognized it anymore It had been mangled and beaten Left to wither in the
Some Things Never Die
Through these caverns An echo mourns The passing of a life Wrought with hope And the illusion Of significance A wordless meaning Left hanging on
The Stories In Between 