WRECKAGE, AFTER THE REVERIE

  Restless morning after night’s twist. From day we’d split like shadows Into the swallow of darkness But dreams are billowy breaths That toss ships under sheets Of stormy seas and we- single sleepers Under the blindness, washing up And through time and buried thought. Restless morning after night’s twist. Lip trembles at dream’s touch […]

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SHORT STORIES OF FEAR; SLICED

  A short poem of fear A haunting is happening in this house that holds me, a sinister spirit that lies in the shadows, a feeling of fear is feeding on frenzy as it ghoulishly groans and gasps from its gallows. A breath is baying by this bed that now binds me with its fetid […]

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DAFFODIL DREAMS

  I climb clouds between the night’s blanketed sleep, a billowing blossom of smoke that never chokes the mountain moon, where the world is a warm walk through a blue breeze and the only plight is to find your path within a forest of daffodils on a prairie of peace. On a prairie of peace […]

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WHISPERED WORDS

  Last night you came calling like a song to soften the shadows and found me slipping in between the silence and the slumber. Last night you came calling softly with your whispering words that filled the longing, soft words that settled upon my bed like a blanket to sooth me. Last night, in the […]

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THE BLACK OF NIGHT

  See, he says to the child by his side, see how the water rises. Wait, he says to the child by his side, to see how life surprises. Dark, he says, is the black of night, the stars too far to enlighten. But day, he says to the child in his wake, brings a […]

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THE DREAM; SUNDAY NIGHT, ALMOST LIGHT

  The Dream; Sunday Night, Almost Light. I dream of dark nights that cannot hold their identity tight, that break into tight pieces of light when mind succumbs to dream’s dimension and stumbles (still sweaty under sheets) upon hidden altar in open field, light cast as day amid dark of night, depth of dream, this […]

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