(2014)
“Don’t say anything!” spoke the shadow in the doorway. I was seven years of age. I lay limp upon the couch, still recovering from
While in repose, still and silent, it is not nothing that I hear. Subtle whispers
It was in those early days when everything seemed technicolor there was that explosion only inward then nothing
Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.
I am that scruffy urchin trembling in the winter chill, with hungry eyes as wide as your fancy dinner plate, staring with an empty longing
I commit myself to God; sometimes, not often. I believe in God; sometimes,
That cranky old mongrel hound cooped up down the alley; he ain’t got no teeth no more but he still knows how to snarl. he gets them young pups all worked…
I gaze down now upon the cracked and battered shell of the fearsome fiery dragon that once held me in her sway. It’s remarkable just how frail
Water ever seeks it’s perfect peace, from mountain heights to scattered oceans deep. So too our spirit follows
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I fear this tempest might cost my life.
Why are you here ? Where did you come from ? Why have i been cursed with one so radiant and true ? There’s no time for your curious m…
I come to the village well today, though without a need to drink. My worldly thirst now quenched, with home and hearth supplied. I am here to fill a deeper vessel
I’ve been so afraid to speak these heartfelt words. This secret has been kept so well, from myself, by myself,
The essence of night is her infinite darkness, that cannot be measured by space or in time. She’s as large or as small
The old priest gazes out upon his… each head bowed before the sacred… A scarred and broken bodied warrio… seeking inner peace and final abso… An elderly wealthy man of commerce…
