Month: September 2018

  • Muse

    Muse

    In a cloud of feathers, she spreads down on me. Her presence is soft. My body is hard. I voice my feelings in reds, emote yellows, and tell her dreams of gold. She whispers back in blues to soothe my soul. As she lets me in with a silver sigh, we become a spectral blend…

  • Abandoned

    Abandoned

    An armful of love abandoned on the sidewalk like garbage, the same bundle we held precious, soft and sacred as a baby. Memories consumed and discarded like empty cans and boxes, spoiled fruit and vegetables, of no use to anyone. The air smells foul, reminiscent of wasted words and futile attempts. Flies circle and land…