Monthly Archives: January 2013
Sparrow pecks the ground mornings are always the same I miss you so much Advertisements
Here’s a bit of silliness that one of my characters wrote for a poetry contest in a novel I was attempting to write last year during NaNoWriMo. The Lament of The Wilderman by Henry the Plagiarist the trees cloaked with … Continue reading
sitting alone now building a body of work out of the rubble
I built this out of thoughts
Icicles shatter Errant shard pierces pupil Morning light’s essence
Question We gathered light and built a playground and danced upon it’s rays for days You saw the forest and you ventured within and heeded the beckoning of the trees I tried to follow and join your quest and walked … Continue reading
high before the crash the end is the beginning dopamine sickness
Coffee too long in the pot. evaporation has made it chewy. My poor teeth.
Dark morning’s breath sighs. Once she was there to wake me. Her pillow is cold.
cloud shadows darken. the wall built of distance stands blocking my heart’s view