A Living Canvas
[Click to enlarge photos] We recently spent some time at Panama City Beach with Chelsy’s family, thankfully tucked away from … Continue Reading A Living Canvas
Love Letters, No. 41
I am terrified. Daylight seeps and settles, leaving nothing to the imagination. My covers are cold and damp, clinging to … Continue Reading Love Letters, No. 41
Heartsong
My heart is Remarkably portable Orbital, circling Your head On a string Veins And ventricles Bubbling, guzzling Oh, what a … Continue Reading Heartsong
Box
Catch my scattered thoughts Save them all inside the box That I keep underneath My bed, where I don’t sleep. … Continue Reading Box
I Am A Thief
Ghost be damned, I’m living. I’m living and loving it, and every day it gets easier to push the ghost … Continue Reading I Am A Thief
Empty Street
Standing alone On a dark, empty street Either I’ve gone insane Or I’m sleeping so sweet For, there’s no other … Continue Reading Empty Street
Owl
We spent our Sunday afternoon Pouring love on a canvas, Stroke by careful stroke, Spilling the universe from Felt tip … Continue Reading Owl
Mesmerized
Many years ago When I was young and ever-spry, My hairline, then, was less receded, And my stomach tight, but, I … Continue Reading Mesmerized
Swan
It’s such an odd thing To be followed, To worry What someone else thinks And to know that Someone, somewhere … Continue Reading Swan
Birth of an Ember
My ghost is waning, these days. There’s a flicker of hope, somewhere inside, and it’s fighting to find oxygen. It’s … Continue Reading Birth of an Ember
Love Letters, No. 9
Sleep comes. Sweet calm, rescue, and if God exists then I am nestled warm in her womb tonight. The universe … Continue Reading Love Letters, No. 9
Portraits of a Ghost 