Days ago she had something to say;
now the toilet seat has become a comfort...

I thought this poem would be about me,
typed up in a gloomy room where moonlight...

The day mourned as if every tree base
was a rueful cry that became softened...

All other voices are blocked out.
The scratching throat of the wind...

What do any of us know about anything?
I made a house for you...

You and I are alike, we have a pulse trying
and footprints guiding us forward...

Intense -
Kissing moons...

A portion of my heart
becomes fractured, when I...

We learn life lessons in the most interesting...
One person's way of understanding something may be...

~Charlotte
He has a mystic beauty about him...

Snow is the stack of cards,
maybe aces who are looking...

My locution -
ghosts of a garden...