Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
And if all these friends are not the young and beautiful women they portray themselves as,If they are middle-age men in small rooms with a flickering lightbulb shining down on a yellowed keyboard,I should hope I would love them even still,More perhaps;Do not scammers and catfish need love too? What line is to be drawn … Continue reading Forgive and Be Kind
Where once the salamanders Came to crawl and make their beds Along the flowers beneath the windows perched On cool summer nights Soon to be plucked and carefully set upon The dewy grass. Now there are but biting beetles, Buckthorn trees that shout loudly like used car salesmen when they see an easy mark, Dried … Continue reading Where Once the Salamanders
Ink-black words On ashen page Darker lines from Darker days Tell of love Of all from grace Tell of memories Long since erased This paper heart Folded tight Once was clean Once was white Those days are gone But that’s alright So long as remains Room to write So long as remains Will to fight … Continue reading This Paper Heart
When you were younger Every gap and fold Seemed like the end of the road But soon you learned if your Feet left the Earth There weren't many places you could not go Now you are older and the Valleys are wide There are so many obstacles left to cross And though you're still light … Continue reading When the Ground Beneath You Crumbles and Falls Away
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 