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Wind whips past the limbs of trees, Air humming alive with resolution, Leaves quiver whispering in the breeze, Ominous signs linking the solution.   Three obsidian crows flee in flight Seagulls wheel into sky dim grey. Portending ...

Under a blue winter sky There stood, you and I. The blue moon shone up above And you sang , your song of love Moonbeams tangled in my hair As you touched it with a ...

An outward revelation of courage and grace A moment where the heart shows on the face It begins with a delicate curve of a person’s lips The transformation to lightness from an eclipse The ...

Women are a lot like cats Now you see it! Now you don’t! Yes, I will – No, I won’t! Let me in. . . . No – Let me out! Pay close attention, Or, I sit and ...

Chaos broke open on me today I'm standing across the room Watching myself slowly go insane I have so few tears left I think I'll shed them for myself I watch her stage my play Head ...

Bartender Pour me some more Let me stumble through the back door Let the police Smell the poignant aroma of rhythm and blues Collide with my Genius creative expression Handcuff me for resisting being silent Check my ...

A down mattress and clean sheets in a four-poster bed beat a horse blanket and saddle pillow on the hard ground any day, but civilization often means the law and ...

As summer ends in all but the mind,  Days and nights turn into a different kind.   Morning mists and an early moon,  Herald the coming of the year’s end soon.   Autumn flatters the fading ...

I don’t want to follow, or be the center of attention I just want to be me, simply different, leading a new direction Like the vines of the wildflower spread its beauty Nothing ...

Emotional rampage while the fire still burns Scorched and torn, surrounded by thorns The smoke is now lifted, the path is now cleared Now seeing that of which remains When the dust has settled  It ...

If and when you do go to Seychelles, I will be damned if you don't shed a tear thinking of me. Of our dream wedding at Seychelles, which became a funeral for one of us. Don't fret, my dear, you ...

My phone lights up in the dead of the night. A silent buzzing, breaking the peace of a well-made bed. It is you.   I stare at the phone, wondering if I should fall prey To the charms of a ...

He tickles my thighs and kisses my knees, then moves lower. I giggle. It seems the right thing to do. ‘Don’t you shave your legs?’ He scratches his fingernails against the ...

A dog-eared, yellowing page; the blind spot at the corner of your eye; the itch at the base of your spine, There, not there, somewhere there.   I am but the past, a frozen moment in ...

“Her hair was beautiful,” my father says. He turns toward the last of the afternoon light, casting the side of his face into shadow.             I’ve lost him to the place ...

My dearest, troubled Spot, Aunt Alice here. Did you fall from the battlements and hit your head? Although I have been away for quite sometime I have never abandoned you, Spot, nor ...

Losing a piece of me Bit by bit Not knowing, without realizing it Their smiles and promises that caught my eyes Their personality was fake, everything was a lie Every touch was pure venom Their professional ...

They were not lies. They were merely my wish. Easily said.                  Difficult to understand. True meaning? Or  What we want to believe. Performance to the illusion Beauty in the memories Logic in ...

Myrtle’s Diary. I managed to get hold of Little Willie on several occasions, and turned up gold. A shattered piece of prototype space rocket, with not only the Virgin insignia on ...

Tears of an angel I could see the scars on her face Nowhere to go Feeling misplaced At the hands of a man Whose arms once embrace? Hypocritical love What makes you so great? Is it the strength? Or ...

Dearest beloved, thoughtful, Tracey, What an absolute joy and fountain of wisdom you are! Who would have realised that the problem preventing your communications to me for so long would have led ...

No more expectations It is a matter of implications The Roses died from the coldness of his soul Where the stream run down to a heart which is now cold Once is bitter, never ...

That’s me in the corner, quiet and shy; a lopsided grin, sharp and probing eyes. You might think me aloof. Don’t be fooled. Speak to me, your presumptions will be unspooled   like old reels ...

From this eerie, eerie existence That I survive only from subsistence Sustenance Maintenance Are in plenty of supply The boggy, soggy and squelchy Suits me right down, deep down It keeps me adorned, festooned I glide deep down I ...