Writing to Write

The pen hits paper. Metaphorically. No one uses paper and pen anymore. I start speaking innermost thoughts, no feelings...no, I start painting my inner landscape outside of my body. The sadness of one day becomes a vicarious violent jaunt across a blood red sky. The joy of another becomes a happiness medley, a fogue of... Continue Reading →

The Saddest Thing I’ve Seen

Ok, we take a break from "The Circumstances" story, to talk about the saddest thing I've ever seen.This comes on because this weekend, I met a lovely man, had a couple of great conversations with him. He texted me this morning, and we found out that I am moving to his hometown in 2 weeks(I... Continue Reading →


Its the day when the bleeding's done it comes The longing for that cringing urge I've lost, That rising flame that enters and benumbs Me from the inward chilled like so much frost. My shiver announces his return to me, That comes in a disguise of breath of day, And suddenly I cannot seem to... Continue Reading →

The Canal Song

I linger with the mosquito buzzing all around surrounding Dusting concrete rests below, the pelican beside me sings. Our eyes meet in the suns expanse as far as my eyes stretch Romantic dreams in the armospheres dewey sunny breath. My deepest heart climbs through my chest, struggling forward Begging you. Begging that you bestow this... Continue Reading →

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