When your grandmother decided for care and comfort and laid a string of pearls across an ocean it’s open depths yawning the unknown a depth…
My mind drifts from the still life in landscape painted in oil breaking up the melancholy of cursed rooms to the center of the hospital…
There’s a news flash today Oh wait, in the new world order there is always breaking headlines President Trump tweeted… Elevator to the 2nd…
You might slip away solitary one day as the sun sinks low at eventide or drift away one April morning as a burst of green…
As sorrow bounced in soft waves upon the moonlight the sweet earth prepared the young man brimming with melancholy conquered by the sting of hollow…
I drew him as he stood in the morning light on a stairway to statues crafted from the veins of David. Now I must go…
As the wind blows around those silos there and grains scatter from the hand of care the sun is going down on the village builder.…
Last stop church pews sunlight streaming through stained glass windows wooden casket for a metal maker lost that tug-o-war Death pulled harder. Now he is…