A heart that hurts Is hard to heal.  When someone has hurt you  To the point you can’t speak on the pain. How do you return from that? How do you reach another heart that’s been twisted as much as you? Is it even possible to go back – to the moment before the pain ...

Adrift in the cold empty of space, white dots twinkling amidst the black, a ship floated as a carcass would down river. Its single passenger inside shivered in the growing chill, a blanket wrapped about her person. She gazed through the front shield as her teeth chattered. Pain soaked in her veins, and even the ...

This tripod has been around. The box was dusty, shoved in a corner of the attic. Three legs. At least there used to be. I see the joints where repairs were made. The first leg is wooden but the break is new. The break is clean; smooth to the touch. No splinters prick my fingers. ...

Fear rocks my core And I look to you for stability I want to link my pinky with yours And breathe slowly   Your soft voice is All I have now So, I listen with care Careful not to tune out   Fear rocks my core Your meticulous ways Cradle my fear Even though you ...

You have cried for many reasons. Now if you bellow, I hope it is always in joy. If you do, cry out in pain I hope you allow me to ease that pain. Bellow, let the river of grief, gripe, and pain dry up for you. Turn all the cracks, and breaks you’ve endured let ...

A dying fire burns in the hearth, grey smoke unfurling and twisting into the open air. Dust particles alight beneath the breaking of a new day. And he sits in his chair, old, decrepit, half-mad, as old thoughts bring fresh wounds. The first thought is of her smile: how it crinkled her face and brought ...

Red glitter lips, Cali champagne, eating boxed chocolates from Valentine’s Day.   Bouncing my leg, I’m feeling insane with all of these bubbles inside of my brain.   I’m not crying or down, I’m just in distress with this white lingerie underneath my dress.   I pour myself another because I have no limits with ...

Time ceases when she enters a room   Her existence is the eminence of perfection   She has a voice that quells your clamor   For she is your – Nubian Goddess   Her whisper settles your uneasiness   Her touch transports your mind   Allowing your body to transcend worlds   For she is ...

As we enter into March, my thoughts are turning towards Spring. It is right around the corner, right? Winter’s days are numbered. Right? I mean, how long can the snow possibly last with temperatures soaring in the high 40s? Of course, hope springs eternal – until I look at the weather forecast. High of 20 ...

You are a treasure, Don’t sell your golden heart to The wrong jeweler