New England Morning

Inspired by a country song I heard while I was sitting in the tire shop waiting for the flat to be fixed on my old old truck.


Desperate Plea

Darkness hurls forward at lightening speed Colorscapes drain to faded gray The cool air soothes my flaming skin As I kneel down to pray. I listen to the crickets sing Hear the distant chime of bells Look into the moonless sky Hear the stories that it tells. Cloaked in bitter hearbreak Shoes are gray and…

Afraid of the Dark

Shoulders hunched against the world, eyes cast down to the hole in the toe of his shoe, past the iron fence, (the one befriended by morning glories), and around the old well, (the one with the ghost at the bottom), The destination always the same. Arriving promptly Just as the sherbert colored horizon Begins to…