I am a loose end in time

provoking thoughts

Midnight Musings

When old feelings surface.

The Stiletto Killer

There is no you, only us

I’m not finished

The Artisan puts down his tool and looks at me; not directly at me as such, more askance in my direction. He is aware of me but…

The Alleged Gate

A Poem

Hoisted nickel circle mouth snaps gum
four-footed watchperson
slashing the nipples off…

Like Our Love

Metaphors for our bittersweet love.