Late at night; another helter-skelter day, having flown off unexpectedly into alien domains of disarray. So many urgent moments
Hello, can you see me here? Please, might you stop awhile. I am the one you pass by daily as you hurry homeward bound. I am that one who’s least of us.
The essence of night is her infinite darkness, that cannot be measured by space or in time. She’s as large or as small
These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;
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…
I gaze into the bleakness of the e… engulfed by a sense of futility an… I am like the man who keeps fishin… though he knows the river is spent… I cast my line into the milky pool…
Neon lights buzzed in staccato out… Sleep seemed something I dare not… I took myself looking to ease my a… keeping to steamy side-streets and… heading for the part of town beyon…
Cast adrift in an unknown sea. By my pride. Alone Missing you,
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
Forgiveness? Not on your life. My life was stolen from me. For what?
I am seven years old. My brother is ten. The beating was brutal. My brother is recovering conscious… I believed he was dead.
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I can barely breathe. I fear this tempest
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
How are you? The maiden turned and whispered soft, her turquoise eyes as deep as time.
I stared at her like she was a painting, as if I had all day and night to drink in every curve and contour
