Occasional poetry and prose. Sometimes melancholy, sometimes happy. Original photos from around the place.
A hazy kind of cold,
like freezing smoke
chilling everyone with
a pleasant cooling taste.
Going to sleep
to never wake.
And down then.
A single magnolia bloom falls.
Life-shaped spaces
left lifeless.
A stopped carousel.
Arrivals unarrived.
Angry words vibrate
in a father’s pocket.
The last mistrust
despite unbroken vows.
You visited me in the happiest dream,
After I thought of you for all these years.
You were there and everything was good.
We knew each other more than anyone else.
The memory of your smile breaks my heart.
The waking rain gave its sound to a dreaming shower.
