Postcards From Far Away
They are burning sigils outside.
Remnants from a time lost in that smoke.
The smell of dead flowers still lingers in this room.
And the shriveled up curtains are quivering from your absence. 260 more words
The Mirror Obscura
What moments you have known would you conceal?
The tenderness turned into the taste of clay
No waters of forgetfulness would dispel?
The laughter met by circumstance that stood alone… 205 more words
My fictional poem below is inspired by a true story where a woman was found in her home after being dead for six years. HOW? They said nobody noticed due to automatic bill pay. 226 more words
Poetry: Because Obscurity is a Sin
I am not me anymore
and I did not realize that fact
for some time,
that I am not me, anymore.
the people I love are all the same… 59 more words
I’m a bit behind in my posting because I’m on a visa run. I must return to the U.S. every six months. This is last weeks poem. 41 more words
no tears are left
20 Lines A Day
Massive wave hills were breaking further out than I had ever seen.
I told myself and my friend that I would stay close-by shore,
And go no further, no more. 239 more words