It’s complicated, really, but so much is defined by the presence of a garage. Here is a stand-alone, connected by a breezeway, single-car with storage;
Tag: loss
The Queen Is Missing
She’s not in the kitchen presiding over preparations, thriving amidst the chatter, tutting away thieving fingers. She’s not in the classroom, mastering subjects, upholding order,
Icy Destruction
Midnight, the water running between us, frigid the air – despondent the heart whose selfish outburst destroyed the bridge to your love. (Twitter poems @Vjknutson)
Death Reveals Inadequacy
Mother is fearful, time slipping through her fingers, loneliness enveloping her. I hold space for her in my thoughts, my heart aching in beat with
No Going Back
Broken, we embrace – you slowly hole away, explore a laughing woman, lie with her of like poetry When you awake my self is clouds
He’s Gone
In darkened room I lie, willing blackness to obliterate blackness. A scream, unearthed from dankness shatters the silence, echoes off heartless walls, shock waves reverberate
