The Edge

Rapid pulsing, shorter breaths

Lost In Thought

A Free Verse Poem — Whispers of Existence

what happens

I think it all went 
well 
but now I’m waiting 
to hear what happens 
 — what happens… 
what happens next 
if it’s time to start 
the…

Goddess of Styx

A Short Poem

Sheriff, marshal your men,
We’re sending them out to clean,
We expect it to sheen, 
A place…

Hat on a scarecrow

“She’s gone, he’s gone too
and in the darkness; 
heaven & earth hold hands
the hands that loosened for a moment”