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…
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 …
Spent the night gazing at the stars with the city sky outlining everything naked and in disguise I drifted off to sleep just as my ghosts are coming to call answering few questions and leaving me with more All the nuances of someone that never bleeds out and praying is for the delusional I hold …
Another unnecessary App another dollar drops into the billionaire abyss my rational is a lack of sleep too many nightmares love luster screw-ball mistakesand even though I can give advice all holy and righteous my ability to heed my own words is zero to less thanso winner or loser lover or friendfalling between the cracks …
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 …
He said he was with someone else because...she took him homeA place I've never known I just shrugged and kicked the can down the road Sometimes it's just alright, it's alright...everything will be alrightI held his hand and felt his pulse begin to rise Without giving it a second thought or a moment to say …
"I hear the world as it's meant to be; I hear the clouds moving in the sky..." ShetlandNon-fiction; documentary of slit writs and heart stringsA memoir; vignettes Kodachrome momentsBlack and white sepia time stamped flip book Auto-biography - intrigue to feed the lost curiosity of a bored soulLife has taken me to the oceans Flying …
Engulfed in images and memories;times we shared - and there were so manyYears of our hit and miss love affair; joy, tears, love and passion - confusion...And I did love you - maybe I still do on some empirical planeSummer lovers east coast sand and sea,with streets of Paris as a backdrop;always lingering hovering above …
Peaceful reverie surrounds me as you whisper gently words of love and reassurance The wind blows and as the evening settles my heart is open to you and all that is to comeYou ask if love has always been kind All I can say is love is love is love ...and it's the possessors and …
I float - occasionally the tips of my toes Touch down gently; a soft sacred grounding A moment of salvation; a need to clear ...my head and heart Life, I have discovered cannot be lived To it's fullest beauty holding onto images Of a boy and girl from so long ago Photographs from yearbooks past …
Trilby Yates 