Holy Insecurity

No certainty. To the reliance of reflection I see. Thus, what of the transformation into an iron cross of discovery? Un-anchored spirits from forbidden doorways. Youthful were the vestiges I held to the light. Now they are only recollections of disappointed blasphemy. ≤ How true these reflections in me? How honest can the hues be? … Continue reading Holy Insecurity


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

Religious Artifacts

  I watched her from a distance in her seated place. Solemn, dignified, stately grace. The look of amnesty upon her face. At first glance, it appeared as though, we were victims of a scam. Taking judgement from someone else. To the left, kelly green in almighty alliegence. To my right, a stranger, kicking the … Continue reading Religious Artifacts

Somewhat of a Taboo

On my way...back home. There is a tear in my heart where my soul should be placed. The ambiance. The log cabin motif. Nothing but primal...with shades open... until you look underneath. A well made bed, so politically correct. All mystical shields, composed to avoid sincerity's reflection. Book shelves of scrapped albums...pictured for protection. A … Continue reading Somewhat of a Taboo

Rainbow Footprints

Nearing her death bed, my grandmother had pulled me aside.  Tugging at me with hands of leather and lace.  Strength and pride.  Never gentle but guiding. We had had our rough times...her and I.  However, knowing that she had been in the foster-care system in the 1920's...seeing that she had married a very rough and … Continue reading Rainbow Footprints