My deepest thoughts,
unveiled the suffering...
Four women in a school thick with children
chat over their ripening stomachs about...
My word is not reaching to you
It's getting feeble by your laughter & cheers...
They questioned my sanity
for I feared not...
In the depths of azure of my mystical dream
The warm summer winds that pull me downstream...
Crawling across the cement then
spindling from a web of...
Quite frankly, my dear
the air never really sat well...
October was;
the death of fireflies...
The day mourned as if every tree base
was a rueful cry that became softened...
Sunset at Ennerdale
Sky painted by the master seems to swallow...
I liked it better when
you didn't exist and I could...
This day, Winter sat upon the land,
Its bloodless knife sitting in its open hand...