Omen
Today the rains, and the ravens came dancing ‘neath the shadowy rainbows of a faint light, the flash of colors fading like a bruise into the blush of clouds, as a scar was left deep in these skies so dark and I could see a touch of joy among mourning in the eyes of the…
Blood And Blooms
Broken to make room for growth and so from these seeds of darkness sewn beyond this death and the twisting sprouts of relentless weeds is new life and beauty beneath the deepest of roots reaching through the blood and the muck waiting to bloom within the waking of the light and me 9/11/18
Poe to His Lost Loves
You were the poetry I wrote, my longing in every word to summon the shadow of your fading heart lost to that forever sleep of darkness that has hardened me and left me here in the most empty, loneliest parts within my pleading ghost to be healed of these eternal hurts, desperate to cure death…
This Is How The Poetry Bleeds
It is the haunting of the words, the disturbed silences of the aching thoughts like lost souls searching for “home” and I, their tortured guide offering up each and every time a vein to set the restlessness of our deaths free along with this half light of the living darkness in me that whispers through…
