Writings
War
Lovers embrace below flickering city lights.
Taste – Sweet – Salt.
Shards of glass.
Pitch – Black – Silence.
Poets Basement, CounterPunch
Thieves in the Night
Sand petals
Rush
Through the hourglass
Like
Thieves in the night.
The mourning of the old
Vanishes
Like
Forgotten memories
Savage Paw
For the rats and dark shadows everything comes to a swift halt when its paws slither smoothly across the rugged asphalt
Like thunderous beams of coherent light its eyes cut through this singular night while the wretched and the rascal slip deeper into Fahrenheit
Rising whispers emerge from deep below - Beware, beware the cat is out; the Savage Paw will leave its mark and end the days of drowning dark
Pale Moon
As the pale moon greets the effervescent Goddess in the vast lands of the horizon
Its lucid orange nestles softly on your skinGlistening from within – like fresh snow
Hustled only so slightly
By the morning breeze.I lay here – inhaling – grateful.