Tapping my ring finger
To the beat of...

You speak of mountains,
but what of...

I was running like a ghost
that had seen the eyes of the devil...

I wrapped you neatly up in a
cellophane coat...

Summer leaves
and with her takes your...

Glass walls press
In the telephone booth...

Have fun with this one...

I feel him at the edges of an unturned page
He’s there waiting, waiting for me, waiting in a...

Grief, an unwelcome guest,
arrives unannounced, heavy-footed...

Streaming a path through tresses
in rippled banners...

I have two friends who messaged tonight
On Facebook messenger in two different friend...

Here it is
My god, here it is...