I waited for you to go, for SO long -
Holding my breath such icy sighs...
Some people write books
Some people write stories...
I'm walking through a gallery of Van Gogh and...
I see oil on canvas, and all I'm reminded of...
That moment when I heard the door closing behind
with all my memories inside...
I never realized how cold I had become.
For years, walking paths of compassion...
A man with an alsatian .... on Macclesfield...
After some consternation .... and much...
Waltzing copper leaves stir
whimsical notions of...
Another poem to my depression:
You are what I slip on...
Resting on his cane
he smells her scarf once again...
As I search through, all that remains
a violence flows within my veins...
Village temple
People sitting...
Can a mind think too much?
A heart beats to survive...