James the Greatest
I want a drink.
I’m Alone, with Brian right next to me.
Thursdays were always my worst for drinking. 519 more words
Moist canvas of the night
painted Monet city life
framed in concrete guttering
signaling us goodbye.
To live below Orion’s belt undone
an intersection; where streetlights fail to run. 54 more words
3 weeks, 5 days
is tragedy. Shut doors
when you need a shoulder,
and a cold shoulder
when you need some steaming tea
we cling on… 127 more words
Deaf Pagan Crossroads
If you’re a regular visitor to the Crossroads, then you probably know that I don’t do New Year’s Resolutions. Far too easy to make, and even easier to break. 687 more words
4 weeks, 1 day
A birch can only flex with the wind
until an ice-storm forces its branches downward
hardening the bark,
tightening its core,
until it is as easy to snap as a toothpick. 43 more words
What I have come to know about life is that it’s like a stairwell
You grow to understand, you climb it alone
Sometimes it smells like roses, is lined with velvet… 336 more words
I want the sun as mistletoe,
my gift of you unwrapped and opened,
a wreath on our bedroom door,
where holiday is year round.
We’d sing in tandem the chorus of creation; 20 more words