Denizens from a denim home. Landscape, a slightly faded touch of blue and brown worn. Hanging in the dim light, feral or abandoned, unplanned destinies. In the middle of our own attention, a crushed leather couch for two. Soft as … Continue reading No Room on the Couch
Knocking came from the door. The knocking came from yesterday. If I dare answer it? There would have been absolutely no corner, in which to place the baggage. Damaged goods lay in a pile by a three legged four post … Continue reading Strange at the Door
There are a sundry of reasons we ourselves from neglect. Pretend to face the violence but turn a deaf ear….Reasons and excuses, self proclaimed…about abuse and, therefore, life wasn’t that bad. That during the most prolific and cognitive years. Verbal, … Continue reading Cycle of Abuse: Out of Wedlock
Alone in the girth of thought… treading into the badlands and the good. I make a pilgrimage pass the stations of the cross. A pair of still in life…eyes, watching my every move. After a deep contemplation…sin is what it … Continue reading in Eulogy of the Father
Drove by the old house today. A stranger in waiting, sold the shame. Thus far, looming sadness hung in the earthy frame. In the snow encrusted trail. Further on down a humble gravel road. Sitting on a rocky fence. Composed … Continue reading Stories, Yet to be Told
