My house is a hoard of coasters. Each night I round them up from their strut across my tables. They multiply but most stay dry for I take in few guests these days. Still I don't know why they spill out as a reminder. You... Continue Reading →
Perhaps, there was some fight up there, or stratospheric spat. But now there's talk of wintry air and all we fear is that. The climate cries keep falling flat while temps and seas still bubble. Though one snow day can't bring us back, it could... Continue Reading →
My eyes opening from destined cosmic debris Surface elements scavenged between moon and me What lies next, I will not see
If only you could sink below the surface, deep beneath their rosy cheeks and break through the lying teeth. I'm nothing new to see, but speak free in blurred flurry. It isn't that I'm weak, just shades of jaded mystery.