What an after-bite? This lone house. Leaving all who have entered. Only stranger than before. Elusive participants in vigorous fights. Pastime for plights. Decoys for spite. This house has an after-bite. To the estranged, stranger... Something not quite right. Something...is not quite right.
Religiously, a book with no spine. A sisterhood cloaked by falsehoods. What of the charm? Belonging to the woman with masks for misdeeds. How did it feel? Ignoring the abuse? Spinster Sister how can shame be the family's noose. ∃ Your summer winds blow in shallow. Leaving no taste, no permanence... That cannot be erased. … Continue reading Spinster Lee
Not a people person His photos always that way. Thus, the beginning of trite and new... And, admiring life on display. 'You are just like your old Man.' Well, maybe that had been so. Yet, I did, as always, as told. 'There is clutter all around us,' I would say. Or, so I thought. Looking … Continue reading the Old Man
Never much for memories. Not much for tell-tale songs. But I loaded up today... And, I had been brought back to the notion... That you were gone. It had not been the sun. It had not been the warmth. It had been simply... 'fare thee, well.' Mystery starts in all that it holds. … Continue reading Bye and Not Gone
I cannot count the years I fought. To get away from you. And, as I reach for that always distant pen... I cannot bring myself to describe the where, the when. ⇔ Reaching with youthful hand. Stretching with gnarled fist. Someday, freedom will receive its wish. ⇔ When the secular hold opens a book. From … Continue reading When Worlds Collide