My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
She stood still, cold wind blows, bare hands shaking eyes wide as the news translates from doom and gloom to Christmas cheer; she would sing if she could. Tangled web of high ratings money flows in an upward motion...there is no downward trickle in her neighborhood. A few blocks tourists know a magical place to …
Lovers come and go; over the years there have been many ...more or less.Skipping stones across the water while a turning tide is like sailing into the wind, but it can be the challenge that makes it all worth it; the proverbial chase or dance. At the end of the day when the sunlight begins …
Is the pivot in the law or in the facts? They both blow by like phantom painMy lovers all fade brilliantly into shape-shiftersIt depends some-times on how loud the clock tics; or the way a morning light lands delicately on linenHow quickly will they ponder or gently fade away?Early AM 5:55 bust, even with a …
October blows in like a wounded animal screaming profanities of pain and discomfortand I'm under the covers, a frightened child with my own wounded psyche lost in the sound of the wind whispering the Hail Mary, Hail Mary, full of grace full of grace, Our Father who...full of grace, the Lord is with thee Our …
Heading home early morning; sun's up but I haven't seen the rise Uber cuts across the avenue, traffic lights blinking out of syncAnd I am drowning once again in the turning of an emotional tideStill sleepy six blocks and counting Hudson River morning ferry And there's a vibration in the center of my chest where …
Sun rises above NYC - glorioushot pink splashing across the sky with fingerprints of a lingering nightand I'm stumbling around like some kind of innocent still asking the same questions and still wondering whymaybe it has more to do with the bend in me than the way the world spins slightly off kilterwhite knuckling burn …
Early morning in the city sun begins to rise - Big Apple shine World wide center of the universe And when love fly's by it's an overhead Of all that is old and all that is new Side-walk up beat and the heart remains open To this or that and all the in-between Although the …
I saw myself standing on a cloud white and billowy tender to the toucharms outstretch finger tips sparks flying my heart moved to the left and I stepped off into a heavenly abyss pulling from a remote part of my memory images of you and me ...moments in a nano second time warp split that …
Kitchen table morning bend from dreams that haunt To which coffee cup is an appropriate mood fitWhen the challenge of the day will be How to complete a thought without it Breaking down to the minutiae The sentiments and emotions that cut deep And take a lifetime to heal or at the very least mend …
Trilby Yates 