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…
walk up-stairs; number seven - lingerswhite noise turns into a last nerve burn heart beat races. hesitation is a pull; but, will, is taking each step; it's more of a draw than a scribble when that little voice pops; whispering in moments of a loneliness buzzrecall is a gentle memory of wantingreality; harsh images of …
It is a fine line between truth and silence text messages overlap a long drive upstate vineyards reasons behind buying a car and a ferry ride daytime weekend trips evening walks on the Avenue back to your place #7 drinks music chatter and passion morning comes and goes coffee in bed brings us to an …
It takes a sacred space in the heart To truly own and except what has been Words spoken or the silence of the unspoken The proverbial bell that can't be un-rung "I love you" never passes through lips or floats in the airWhen reality is like a twist of the heart stringsAt first it is …
We didn't meet face to face - abstract concept view the crewTwo years plus; lock down shut-in(s) remote couch comfy jobJerry-rigged home offices mismatched and leaning to the left Several times a day we communicate via Zoom We'd chat trivia, analyze data - the ups and downs The consents, the positives and negatives. StatsThe children. …
A shooting star moment When reality crosses over From wishful thinking To the end of second guessing And it's in that momentEyes close several deep breathes A pause and a decision To let goTo make space for loveFor the possibility of loveAnd/or to acknowledge That the future is a solo trip And the journey Can …
Throwing stones broken glass splinters Tiny pieces glisten catching sunlight Just before landing captured prisms Pressed between pages Leather embossed binding Sit on a shelf A distant corner Antiquated book store - Conscious Storage and Recollections Of Data Madame Rue placed a hidden message Page 444 thirty something years ago - man of your dreams …
You and me, pink shades gazing into a mirrored poolWater smooth as glass, no reflection just a bounceIt's 4 a.m. footsteps are like a whimper in the nightAnd when the sun rises, all of my angstAll of my failures drift like the distant soundOf a lover stepping off without noticeA kiss, repetitive words...call you later …
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 …
I was dreaming about a glorious Heaven While standing in front of the gates to Hell Gehenna and jaded it appeared all that was once light begins to dim As I aimlessly wander lost in my own insecurity, dread I was drawn, lulled; smoke and mirrors, to the old tattered house next door Inside candles …
Trilby Yates 