Writer first and for always. Poetry, short stories, reviews, thoughts, and stand alone pieces on life.
It’s strange how events affect us
or effect rather depending on content.
How difficult it is to empty the mind
of what riles or shakes us to the core.
I was told it is impossible
She tossed a coin into the fountain
and watched as it sank to the bottom.
Five seconds of life interrupted
by wishful thinking.
From some place I’d like to hide
The eyes tell a story
like my sigh sings a song
All knives in my body
wounds I’ve had for so long.
Cover up what’s impaling
my flesh and my bones
Pretending is what we are good at.
It’s an art form for us —
We, who are masters of disguise.
Making light conversation
in regarno matter or care for.
Smiling without hesitation