Exorcism Required
It was desireled me hereburied me alive Lust borrowedfrom lonelinesshis heart a tomb Flesh from fleshcan be extractedpsyche requires exorcism. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Read MorePassion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
It was desireled me hereburied me alive Lust borrowedfrom lonelinesshis heart a tomb Flesh from fleshcan be extractedpsyche requires exorcism. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Read MoreBound to this saudade –the agony of knowingI let you go, rejecteda love so pure –the road has been longpitted with heartacheyou, my greatest regret. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter. Image my own.)
Read MoreTwo mothers were wefrozen in disbeliefas smoke rose Cried for the lossesfor our childrenfor a future devoidof peace Two mothershand-in-handshattered A Christianand a Muslim War destroys all dreams. (Image my own.)
Read MoreHe had lost everything of value to him. There was an empty canvas on the easel, his colors and tools. What would he paint? * Eyes reddened from tears he bears his soul, like a wolf howls into the emptiness No response Life shrinks at the sight of him wounded creatures fearing his motivations, advances […]
Read MoreDare I confess the hollowness of my heart How emptiness echoes in its chambers How lost I feel inside This is no sanctity no secure refuge my withdrawal is a sham I stand by, observe – circles entwine, embrace – recognize the power of love Practice the words extend warmth and retreat, before connection ignites […]
Read MoreEuphoric, wrapped in silent aftermath, love’s vibration still aglow Push aside the fear the effort it took to get here Bask in the moment – tomorrow, I’ll cry.
Read MoreWe laid beneath the stars our youth tingling, dared to dream cosmic – Thought I landed in love’s lap, till summer waned and you were gone, carried by the wind, my heart in your pocket. (This poem appears in the VSS365 Anthology, untitled)
Read MoreBut for the beating of heart – a discordant rhythm – I am obliterated by fog – numbness of unanticipated loss clouded by dreams misted over – I await sun’s return….
Read MoreAbsence fills the silence with shadowy wings becomes a raven sharp-taloned, razor-beaked I cower loss too immense for comprehension would lay my body down be consumed, but for the children’e eyes pinning me their woeful gazes, begging to be uplifted I am abandoned and not a flicker called to be beacon. (Art from personal collection)
Read MoreIt’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; could have been so much more – had planned for it, but life changes. Once had an oversized garage – direct access, housed two vehicles, custom built – but the […]
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