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…
In mid-July the heat reverberates makes the thought of comfort dull my footprints trail the thick blades of St. Augustine grass the smell of Confederate…
Pardon me, princess let’s have tea hand me the teacup a tasty dribble of drink together, let’s brew tea dark and potent with a touch…
The Ice Princess gazed into the swirling night from a castle sprawling like iced marble upon the frozen tundra on blocks of frozen crystal she…
The Art Teacher has left town in her shiny Mini Cooper, starlight blue headed into the city She has abandoned the art lab the student…
In a pool of liquid gold evening melts on the horizon a feathered angel swims into the fading light amidst the soft rustle of fall…
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…
I say, let me be your ghostwriter as tragedy fills your eyes illuminated liaison has brought us here the Writer of Ghosts and the vagabond…