The pitfall of need
I click in a quiet way the twist and turn the ebb and flow I feel you close even when …
Category Archives: the gravity of small things
Being alone
Being alone used to scare me to feel the vast dark press against my smallness and snuff out my light …
together apart
I feel the distance between you and me all the time my imperfect shores aching for your horizon caught within …
The cost of the Muse
The cost associated with loving deeply is years of training in heartbreak the shivers you get when losing freely like …
Becoming fearless
Speak my fears to the wind may they blow past us you say I attach to this that I enjoy …
The thrill of release
The one thing a horse knows is that nothing is forced because of the way things are true are through …
the insistent
this departing that never arrives I walk alone with only short stops in between the many laughs that accompany me …
fears
the dark edge of the bed screamed muffled in the middle of the night a black glove creeping up against …
touching the edge
I’ve been keeping scraps of paper mental notes of lifelong dialogues working out the daily knots within around the stone …
the sting of the thrill
did you feel the kickback of the quiver between the bow and your fingers when you pulled taut did you …
