An athlete, a warrior, an artist.
The crisp dew of dusk has long been setWhen the truck's roar tears the street from sleepStepping slow and sodden, I slip awayVoices die and my road lies dark and deep Shiny street signs leave streaky linesAs they fly by my bleary eyesTails trailing far from where they wereLike comets skipping across the sky Windows … Continue reading The Long Drive Home
Further still, into the pagesThen unwritten, now scripted boldThough more revealed, less comprehendedAs along twisted paths I blindly hold Slow but steady the sand has leftFoundations sloped, with hole and crackThe burning rain tears through the treesAnd smears the walls and windows black Like a boat, without a skipperFull throttle, paths uncharted pavesPounded by surge … Continue reading Easter of Nineteen
I saw the shadow upon the stair, The long and spidery Slender Man. In haste he flew to catch the door But flickering street light foiled his plan. It caught his shadow on the wall And fixed it just beyond my gaze. I nodded, caught, and dragged again, And slowly blinked back my daze. The stub … Continue reading Slender Man
