I want. . . I whisper to empty rooms air so chilly that words float ghostly moths frozen in the mist of my breath unprepared
Tag: Words
Brilliant Madness (Revisited 2)
I live in a state of brilliant madness teethering on the apex of a jagged mountain balanced atop a skateboard precarious least shift of weight
Cafe Shorts 2
We breathe our words off the page release them tentatively into coffee scented air where they ripple past receptive ears gently embrace souls with the
The Shape of You (Rae’s Song Revisited)
Tiny white lights twinkle nocturnal noises provide a rhythm for conversation’s give and take We wrap each other gently in words painting a night sky
Gossamer Wings (revisited)
You spin words into phrases like silk thread fine lustrous You weave them into a gossamer shawl breathtaking to behold Delicate iridescent resilient with
The Truth About Words
The dilemma of finally finding her voice Was that it was not enough Simply to speak This voice Which had lain dormant Inside of
The Gifts I am Given
The mirror that I look at myself in is old dark fractured wavy distorted It is as if these glass fragments have writing scrawled upon
