fumbling feeling
no ripple in the pond the passing of a weightless pebble flimsy fragile flake circling, directionless swirling across the beam ......
11 Years Ago
It is then...
In the middle of a quiet afternoon or in the sleepy corners of the night – it is then that it hits. It is then that it hurts. The l......
11 Years Ago
\"Self-Pity\' by David Herbert Lawrence
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself....
14 Years Ago
The little room
A hidden nook in my mind’s fold Home to musty books And secret scrapbooks Empty chocolate cake boxes A mind fort for comfort in dreams Wh......
14 Years Ago
Block
Who are you? Why do you crouch in the dark shadows of my mind? Do you wait for something? Or someone to manifest from the creases of my c......
14 Years Ago
Two burning ends of a candle
On the first day I walked over a virginal beach of glass Burnt cold with the icy glare of a dead sun On the second moonrise I reached the e......
15 Years Ago
