From the Glass Bottle

If love is enduring and forever, then I'll chase down the storm with kindness; I'll challenge the thunder with affection; I'll face the rent sky with devotion. And, should the storm overtake me, please say that I never stopped fighting...because I never stopped loving.

Poetry

Fingers On A Ledge

The rocky cliff has lost its tread, yet the fingers are strong, so very strong The index boasts of certainty…
Poetry

I Choose Oblivion

One fear I have is freedom. The other is shackles.   Clearly and considerably, the bonds by their very nature…
Poetry

Collide

We rest within the hazel shelter of curious eyes, two isolated forces igniting the nightscape, making poetic overture with what…