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…
'Tis the season for holiday cheerfor some it's an innate time of dreadsome, glow from head to toe;counting down to that momentous daywhen the path of kings and gods alike collidea child is born; the story is told; Old Testament, New Testament, King James elegant English words stirring emotions, provoking versions, bible toting for the …
I live in a little one dimensional upper income coastal town in lower Connecticut. From my second floor bedroom window...sitting high above the wires and tree line, I can look out onto the Saugatuck River that feeds into the Long Island Sound that feeds into the Atlantic Ocean. Life to some, outside of this quaint …
The first grandchild. My sister's first son. My first nephew. When you were a baby I believed you were magical You had a power that made sparks fly in the night ...and a sweet song in your whispers Too young to crawl, so you walked before you had twelve months behind you. Words came easy …
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 …
He writes about birds flying over the marsh looking for prey A broad wing hawk soaring near the tiny airport that sits high in the middle of the island It is a divine messenger, you are protected Northern sea fowl diving in chilled waves Seals resting on rocks; a pure sense of nature, God and …
Zip ties, dead bolt locked up tight Cardboard boxes, wrapping paper and tape Piles of questions and lost hopes - reflection, reflection Hindsight is a pathway to If only, what if I should have, could have, Why didn't I? Am I a reluctant recipient? Widow Of The Harbor - forever more? Walking alone because time …
Yea, I can't quite shake the dreams that haunt me those images that play out slowly drag on black and white as if from another time another sliver between now and then a wedge between the past and the present moving forward is a monumental task and I'm spent man worn to the bone sitting …
(from Windows Of The World 2001, by T. Yates) Complete Piece Heart aches uncontrollably Feeling numb and very lost So much of what we knew is in rubble People pass by with hollow eyes – They shudder too often without warning I flinch and hold my breath when an airplane fly’s overhead Sirens scream recreating …
Slight of hand with a side twist of fate smoke and mirrors up in a puff vaporize shifting grey eyes grab a hold of what is near and dear only one that gets out alive is the Svengali in us all with hands thrust deeply in the back pocket of our neighbors while holding a …
Trilby Yates 