“Greenish yellow. All ghosts wear clothes of this colour.” Frida Kahlo     Sunrise over a Christmas market, somewhere,  tinsellitis in hollows of a church bell.  knells the beauty of the cancer coming.     Black-coal morning,  flames in the hearth are the same fire  which burns haunted houses down.     All...

The drink calls for meWhispering calming releaseThe bitter always presentAn attempt to hide with sweetThe cravings will not ceaseA desire for the turmoil to relent Her voice, once strong in memoryFading into my own, holding on  To the honeyed words...

Raging storms appear when times are darkestOminious vengeance, its wrath unharnessedYielding to devastation in its wakeGrieving memories tear apart heartache Broken down, vulnerable, bearing weightIlluminating rainbows radiateVibrance warming us while shining lightReaching high into the heavenly sky Optimism lifts...

my sadness haunts, touch me once and you'll feel it toothe misty darkness in my eyesthe depths of my soul, clowded over with shadowskeening heart, a wept rebellionin deep need of understandingalone in my painnone to know, I drive...