A door post… Since it has been a while and being the door pictures are backing up my phone memory… i will release a few from my time in Massachusetts… so far! Bartlett NH storefront. A piece of America’s rural past Newburyport MA door is closed… open on weekends Plum Island Beach MA Do Not…
All those details in life… begging feedback. I am so unsure of myself. My glasses either need adjusting or my self-esteem could use a boost. Perhaps a week, sunning on Florida sands, lapping up the beams of light, will readjust my outlook. I wonder, will a halo appear above my head? Or maybe I am…
something -draws me in -cool breath -kissed cheek -cant speak -you or me -not gone -not here -vows given and mistakes made -this game -God forgives -i break the chains -torn mind -blame shame -my heart entwined -two masters -damned life -rewind the reel -see the thrill -sit at Your feet -hear Your voice speak…
ever met her the ice-cold bitch who flicked her wagging tongue she wouldn’t know if the blessed one befriended her as she scratched and screeched her way to the top she pissed in the mouth of the man more manly than she will ever be he held his thoughts -secretly as a shield against her…
i have never been so assured of myself but somehow i feel lost… Still. Lost. lost as all the voices i cherish are slowly dying… and not because they have been silenced… i am no longer around to hear. lost in ocean wave… i come in and out of existence too.
The magic rises as a moon shifts this world affords such gifts… the negative wove into my life… like a knife it carved it hollow… and my answer back is to refill my soul with marvel. The positivity of 2019 is tasty. I promise friends and loved ones to lick my lips long after i…
Well… you and i made it to experience another year on earth. I hope the approaching 365 days is good to you… full to the brim with positive thoughts, new adventures, reinforced friendships, old and new, with plenty of time spent writing and working on your craft. Or perhaps experimenting with a new method of…
the day started a full 24-hour blessing so why downcast spirit remain clipped to a clothesline washed denim softer today the blues fading away only to return again
of late i recognize not the girl in a mirror looking distraught i should be progressing but my mind rattles. here, sit awhile, i promise not to startle… then off i dawdle to find some words, express my heart though rather curt i sought me lost along the way… oh, but i found amusing visions…
i have all these great intentions i want to die knowing holding myself together not touching the walls surrounding an interior ready to fall i crumble crawl to the screen push my way through to understand voices relentlessly waiting for you
