“Nurtured by sorrows in childhood”…what the hell does that even mean?I thought it, I wrote it.I lived it, I remember it…A child in darkness puts hell in ovation…but where was my heaven?I swear I was touched once then…by an...

Passages of my childhood arise within my mother’s death gaze,  bringing reminiscences of olden days.     When in sadness in childhood we would speak in silent gaze.  No mother left to envision me now, now within those quiet eyes....

Seafaring stargazer I am,in your enchanting twilight,adrift in the blackest of seas.Moonlit waves within your eyes,the black of those irisesare a pitiless abyss.Pathless and shoreless,I know not what our future holds,as your hueless conscience chills me.So, on I driftin...

I pen in a most painful inkwrite myself up to the brinkof where only I can go...ride the excruciating flow Let the blackness then burnwhile I once again learnthe lessons within its painas cleansing as a frozen rain Leaving me to...

My lips are pink.My hood is red.And though I knowthe roads are safe by day,I walk the night instead. Through mossy moor and meadow creek,beneath the moon, I hear you speak.Your golden eyes like beacons senda welcome glow I comprehend. By...