On this eve

Spirit burst open where
few drops of sunlight shred sutures
wicked in a beautiful chest

The Singing Stones

Like saffron-scented oil
sliding across the surface
of a sacred vessel,
the last umbered-pink glow of the sun
slipped over…

Paimon

A Poem about the King of Hell

Plan B.

I’ll do it myself.

And here I am again.. In the middle of no-man’s land.

Closure.

comes from within.

You said nothing when you walked away.

a laugh track

i’m sitting in the dining room

writing a story

Familiar.

by heart.

She was okay when I couldn’t quite speak.

Synonym.

Modern Limerick.

He used to be the main part of her everyday regimen.

Shape

I will forever love, forever love you, your scolding and screaming too the liquor spilled on…

Company.

It’s amazing how well she copes under dark debris. Maybe its easier to smile when no one can see…