No ghosts haunt the island where the cedars meet the sand… Be it through crucifix or crone, sacred is that land. Wind hath flattened the ferns,  And fire hath enforced its terms, But steady stands The Isle, Prevailing every trial. The beach stones stack  And the nights are black. And chortle on, do the village … Continue reading The Isle →

I can honesty say I didn’t anticipate this day; Perhaps, in comfort, I’ve settled. We met in our prime, loosened with time, And soon, in each other’s affairs we both meddled. Hours spent together, or hours spent alone?  It felt silly to wage a distinction. We were thoughtless as sand, familiar as our own hands,  … Continue reading Maps →

As much as I say that I don’t think about it, We both know that’s not true.  A reconstruction of thoughts once certain From the simplest of moments with you. Did the steadiness of heartbeats and the stillness of hands  Prove, in truth, what would come to fruition? Or rather, your fear of the stillness … Continue reading The Reluctant Charade →

Baby girl, you do a lot  But are kept within time’s strangling walls. You ponder issues beyond your scope, Struggling tiredly through youthful halls. You weight-trained with a feather, Only to be handed the weight of the world. Keeping the heavy and delicate from falling and breaking, You are far from “just a girl.” Rather, … Continue reading A Letter, a Whisper, a Tear →

Three walking figures Lit in dim light Occupy a road On an unideal night. One in a black trench, One wearing beige, One jacketless; hoping the first will engage. One held her head low, One exemplified her age, The last studied the first like a dirty textbook page. All three at the same point, walking … Continue reading Three Walking Figures →

I have loathed this place. Through sunshine, through thunder. But as time quickens its pace, I begin to wonder If I will come to miss this bland little room. After all, indifference did once replace gloom. So if sadness can evolve into neutrality, Will that continue to anguish when I’m finally free? Will I be … Continue reading Flickers in Windows →

Where does one find silence When the windstorm is so loud? Can truth reflect in darkness When the mirrors have shattered to shrouds? How can one see what stands ahead If they refuse to lift their eyes? If they walk through life content With picking up the nearest disguise? Is my truth diminished From lack … Continue reading Not Doing What I’m Told →

Why must mere existence drive a person to feel That they must crush themselves down To be small, and appeal To the labyrinth of minds and beautiful thinkers, Who inhabit this globe, and power its blinkers? I feel more weight in the benign Than I should for the existential, Requiring myself to dream up a … Continue reading I May Rot →

If clarity comes from sophistication, why is so much still unclear? Why do I now struggle with ideals I always had held dear? I believe, perhaps, that simpler beasts may better understand The smudged and mixed-up cards that have appeared inside my hand. If I seek illumination… perhaps I’ve been singing the wrong tune. I … Continue reading Howling at the Moon →

The feeling in my heart Is not a deep pit of black. Not an empty unknowing With feeling to lack But rather, an unsteady tipping of a plank That’s supposed to stand strong As to highly rank. But the tipping is unsettling, Mostly because it’s unknown. Is this tipping just what happens Once you are … Continue reading A Plank →