Poetry | Stories | Photography
A fairytale of virginal purity,
a sleeping girl kissed
without consent by a prince.
Growing up watching Disney,
everything ends well
as darkness loses to the light.
A reality set in violent horror,
a cold and white war
where you have no choices.
Grown-up and now a realist,
nothing ends well
as the dark and the light lose.
You are so far down.
The rose falls upon you, yet
you are so far down.
No more discussions
about what you did last week.
No more of your voice.
Now dead and buried.
A pang of regret grips me;
I missed seeing you.
Oppressively hot,
humidity in the south,
fan, cooling, and chill.
Dancing within our words,
sitting by the amber lamplight.
Looking at the other,
we see particles of starlight.
Loving what is blooming,
La Luna words by the moonlight.
The old-growth forest
disappearing from this land
for reflex paper
Deep in thought,
browsing catalogues,
seeking out inspiration,
overthinking every detail.
His true love,
intelligent and fiery,
sexy as hell and stubborn,
yet a red stone will not do.
Lost in thought,
thinking about her eyes,
Blue amber and green amethyst,
a perfect combination.
A man of the people.
Democratically elected,
and standing before the world spouting
mendacious propaganda.
trees embody time,
humans are time in motion,
time is within us
Scratching at the front door,
the cold wind moves from a whisper to a wail.
Soft slippers sit side by side,
a desire to slip into my slippers and walk downstairs.
Sorrowfully waiting for the scratching to end,
you tempt me to return to you.
Contorting herself
A blithe disregard for trees
Samurai movements
C & K 