Reaching For Repose
My bones ache and sag, Worn from years of working In heavy bluegrass autumn air, Destitute of care, of love, … Continue Reading Reaching For Repose
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
Portraits of a Ghost 