My enemy is the desire to numb. It comes from my sensitive, absorbent nature that sometimes (quite often) leads to my mind feeling too full, too violated, too broken. I make myself sick

After the rains

After the rains

Beads, drops form slowly after the burst and torrent mere memories pool

Graffiti - Draft 3

Graffiti - Draft 3

An artificial, sweet, chemical smell spell another curb-stone coup Another has graffitied upon the chipped walls Joining the marks of artists past some of which are well crafted and uplifting others are dark,

Hunger - Fasting

Hunger - Fasting

The other evening a small group of us reflected on hunger and fasting for lent, and I wrote this piece about different hungers: Hunger is drowning in a lake surrounded by water, yet

Unshed tears

Unshed tears

There is a feeling you get after you have sobbed like you have a bad cold. You struggle to swallow and keep air and saliva down. Often that has happened to me when

Fireside

Fireside

Stacked, slanted to form a tower that leans as if built upon a marsh defying sense Bark and fibre call to mind the characters of stories and flames long burned out Dancing with

A moonlit-scape

A moonlit-scape

The Shadows flow away from solid as the slanting light ebbs away; breaking the day. A star strewn rest stands guard and silver orb bobs in the midst creating half-life shadows within the