The Warrior
It is through the distance of the deepest darkness slow and long that I find the dawn touching the face of hope as I trace the shadows and the shape of one more scar searching the edges or the center of the light that shines, guides from the fight of the flame ever burning within…
Self Portrait, the Light and the Dark Half
“Because beauty is not always beautiful but mostly flawed and brief in its moments of glimpsed light at the right angels beyond the shadows of an unseen darkness”
The Dark
New poem and drawing (lame, I can’t draw but whatever) This will be the opening poem for the next issue of The Stray Branch, Fall/Winter 2017 which I have recently begun work on.
It Watches……
A short story I glimpsed again the shadow, heard the sound once more, a faint, desperate cry……distant. There was a knock at the door, no one there. Turning away from the window I hear the crash of breaking glass and I could almost feel the sting of a freshly cut wound, the warm blood…
In this living that is not…
all that is left of the sacred are the sorrows lost to the mourning shadows of shame in the deep wounds of knowing of no tomorrows to come, of hearing no callings of death beyond, no voices of hope, not one to welcome us home but only the silence of a whispered prayer screaming into…
the Invitation of the Uninvited
The day is gray and silence save for the soft whispers of the slow moving shadows that so inviting they sway dancing like the swirling smoke of extinguished flame dare I beg them stay, join in as the distant sound of music now hauntingly plays like the echo of a long lost voice calling…
The Balancing Act of the Unbalanced
The Balancing Act of the Unbalanced I stand teetering at the edge of the abyss divided I am half sorrow and half bliss fully mad a monster unmasked stumbling while my shadows only laugh whispering to the voices speaking back “just let go” yet I am still holding even as I feel myself fall…
