His smile was like some kind of magic, mysterious, leaning on the edge of darkness. With his worn jeans and tattered jacket two sizes too big, he was the type of man who could have easily slipped into the background unnoticed and alone, but that grin… He sat on the bumper of a rusted old car, tapping turquoise boots as he sang a … Continue reading Notable Embodiments
My collection of angels gathers dust long-forgotten on that shelf just out of reach Each one a token of who I was and who I am they wait patiently for a turn to act as protector to act as reminder sometimes to act as a voice whispering in my ear One stands proud her porcelain skin gleaming her arms reaching out toward the heavens … Continue reading Broken Angel
a gray gull floats on currents of seaborne dreams escaping time on patchwork skies I don’t remember the wind chasing away this chill that settled into my old bones Don’t stop, I urged watching the carefree bird explore the heavens photo: Pixabay prompts: WordPress Daily Post, Poetic Asides April PAD, Pilgrimage Press, #becomingfragile, AprilFalls18 Continue reading Proxy
I suppose we all take for granted that these days would last forever Did you come to say goodbye? I felt you move through me I was there Your quickening pulse traced the last beats of my heart … Continue reading Last Embrace
