Funeral Flowers

Nonsensical, since the day the illusion was conceived. An American haunting. Where homeless funeral flowers, long since dead and gone... Are the only remnants left for a breaking dawn.   Perhaps, a 'song of silence' could be how to truly run away from me. This watchful adjustment, travels great heights. Forms an ache around my … Continue reading Funeral Flowers

A Woodsy Appeal

I drive these back roads... And, am, reminded of home. Long, desperate, going places that have passed along. Gritty browns with nameless...greens. A picturesque, quaint, scene.   Of course, I have aged like farm-stand cheddar. Tart but tasteful. with a woodsy trace. Though life has sped up. I manage to find a slower pace.   … Continue reading A Woodsy Appeal

Minister’s Daughter

Rare... But there is possibility in limited reflection. Burdens on the verge of fevered detention. Shallow screams. And, spirits going bump in the night. Occasional,  end trails in sight.   Beautiful impostors flare up. Along the line of pretense. And, open a mythical gate.   Yet, well wishing has been down this road more than … Continue reading Minister’s Daughter

If I Were a Fisherman

If I were a fisherman. Forty days, forty nights, would no longer be pretend. I could cast my line into a moldy moat. If I were a fisherman. I would no longer need a boat. ∇ If I were the rain. My flesh turning toward water. My blood thinned by the clouds above. My tears … Continue reading If I Were a Fisherman