a grief tsunami
swirled around Notre-Dame’s spire...

I
Bleed like...

Swirling the blackness, provoking thought pools;
Contemplating how my life could have been...

Mission Impossible..to write a poem, A- Z
that rhymes and follows a theme like...

Veiled Hands
A tired walnut frame sits on a mantelpiece; an...

Condensation mists and covers the cold window...
With one outstretched and child inspired...

why does my bladder
urge me to relieve myself...

The power of nature,
Harmony is sought...

hot grief stings a face
now separated from the...

Arrghhh - I scream in frustration,
Nothing ever goes right for me...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q7vMjddmK0w...

Sliding, slithering, shooting down on a
pumped up...