Cycle of Abuse: the Matriarch/Part Two

  Two days after my 45th birthday.  On Friday, January the 13th, 2012, my grandmother passed away.  Surrounding her on the 11th, had been a roomful of... mourners.  Nine or so family members gazing lovingly into her closed and slightly cold eyes. Ruth, my grandmother, would not have had the send off any other way.  … Continue reading Cycle of Abuse: the Matriarch/Part Two


Divine Comedy of Love

How odd? This small window of opportunity. A brisk period of time to dust love off and let it shine. Vows of devotion...a bit brutish and unkind. ⊗ I can only deem my love's memory as, savory with age. It may sway through a realm of bold bouts, heart-shaped and reticent. Yet, land in the … Continue reading Divine Comedy of Love

As A Home Confides

There have been holes. Holes in the wall. Holes to the sky. Blankets for caressing. Blankets in which, I could collect my cares. But within the secrets of dim light... Somewhere between the darkest hours and fitful sleep. I am consigned to the sounds. The sounds of my home, at night. ∞ The purr of … Continue reading As A Home Confides

flesh tone

she wants more, more, more i wonder why is it to control the secrets she wishes to hide when i delve into this hidden world. i feel, as though, an accomplice everything and all, in the here and now nonetheless, i am a welcomed guest and, she and her secrets are freed somehow

With Love at the Table

If we were to meet along a deserted and silent Avenue? What would be my due? If Love walked in with visions of secretive beauty... What would my heart assign me to do? As though, Love lay in the off shadows of midday. Languished with only a name's sake. Could I have the courage to … Continue reading With Love at the Table