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…
