For Fear

If you only knew That the horrors which bare their teeth from the shadows Bare them not Because they feel superior And because they wish to consume you, But rather, Because they are afraid And they are blinded By the light which you cast Into their world of only themselves, In which the natural light … Continue reading For Fear →

It Is Quiet

It is Quiet Despite the sound Of the house Settling in To its century-old foundation Nestled amongst A sea of concrete Dotted with the glassy-eyed denizens And their jet-black motorcars Passing And stopping And departing again Until they reach Where they are going Wherever that might be

Always Missing Something

I want to run Through the dark and into the forest beyond To keep pace with the coyotes To ride the columns of air that carry the crows high above the tallest trees I have never quite felt at home Here amongst the bright lights and ticking clocks Always missing Something I want to return … Continue reading Always Missing Something →