Yes, I still write.Working on something new, I don't know when I'll be finished with it. so don't hold your breath.More Like This
5...4...3...2...1Awake and alone;More Like This
enjoying the stillness, the silence
that falls before first light. When
enigmas become clear and simple
before day’s harsh, blinding rays
turn them muddled and snarled.
Awake and alone;
one with the darkness, the night
abandoned by all orbs. Which
is fine, for thoughts and memories
play better on solitary shadow
than amongst inquisitive twinkling .
Awake and alone;
breathing in and out, the universe
welling up in and holding me. In
this sliver of time, this slice of forever,
I am larger than the entirety of my soul,
as I lie awake, and, alone.
Release Hidden beneath locks reminiscent of bark after rain lie swirls of the sage colored sea-foam that collects on the crests of waves. Eddies form at the places where they mingle with storm clouds dyed with heron’s feathers. Even a cartographer could get lost in the depths there that rest underneath a frame of feminine lashes, fine as calligraphy. The dark strokes lead one’s gaze to the almost even olive skin, marked here and there by gentle sun kisses.More Like This
A smooth curve rests between high twin arches, a memento of the people of long ago. Below are lips to match the jaw line underneath: strong, but touched with grace that softens the otherwise jagged features, the wind on the rock.
Together, these inhuman puzzle pieces create the lie I believed in. I feel the fool for not recognizing the warning tremors, but those that see clearly too often are the most blind. Yet my eyes are wide open as, heartbeat th