Category: Poetry

Alora

Photo by Bicanski on Pixnio I dreamed my body was mine againwith no memories weighing me downno jagged scars marring my alabaster skinno mortal wounds unleashed beneath. And as I descended further into this ghostly maze,I found myself wielding long shimmering bladesUnlike anything I’ve… Continue Reading “Alora”

Chasing Sunlight

My Best Buddy- Jackson “Dogs are our link to paradise. They don’t know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring–it was peace.” ― Milan… Continue Reading “Chasing Sunlight”

The Naked Bones

flicker.com “It was Salvador Dalí who said the red wine of Cadaqués has the bitter taste of tears.” ― Clifford Thurlow, Sex, Surrealism, Dali And Me Shadows undulate on cloistered walls,phantoms unveiled in sultry candlelightas the wax drips down another empty vesselit leaves a milky puddle where… Continue Reading “The Naked Bones”

Haibun: Voices of Autumn

Photo by form PxHere Golden pink-tinged light colors my bedroom as it peeks through the sliver in the drapes. Stirring from a deep sleep, it is not yet six am as the house is cold and the heater has not come on.Welcome to fall in Arizona-… Continue Reading “Haibun: Voices of Autumn”

Under the Color of Night

“If you tremble with indignation at every injustice then you are a comrade of mine.” ― Ernesto Che Guevara Under the color of night, a full beaver’s moon shineswith an ethereal red bloom obscured in vagrant cloudswhile pristine stars shine through the blood-stained veilwearing their alluring… Continue Reading “Under the Color of Night”

Saved by Grace

“The salvation of man is through love and in love” ― Viktor E. Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning There was a moment in my lifewhen quiet hallowed chambersof an old church became my sanctuary. Dusky sunlight fell across a scarred plank floorthrough blood-stained windows where-The body of… Continue Reading “Saved by Grace”

Did I

“How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true; But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.” ― William Butler Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats I carry sorrow in my bones… Continue Reading “Did I”

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