The Reset

A Bluegrass Kid Short Story

“This rock is Eden. Shipwreck here.”- W.H. Auden

And With This Hand, You Shall Not Sin

When Styja went away, she left her hand with me. I kept her on…

Dreams of Dying

I’ve never lain so still,
above
gazing down,
a strange look on my face — 
should I appear so relieved
to be free?

SHADOW

I am the Shadow;
Of the trance of worldly guiles,
Of the remorse of perturbed souls,
And everything in between.

Woven

Day by day
each plume 
is woven through;
with every plight, 
wings take flight

Sorry, Not Sorry.

Sorry.

My heart is fragile
Delicate butterfly wings
And always far away
Or so it seems.

A ray of Sunshine

Tumultuous thunder 
 And raging storms,
 At the end of it all 
 A glorious sunshine

Autumn, Midwest Part 3

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Turning back the clocks
to catch up with the darkness,
Indiana chill
creeping up our…