Can you judge a boyfriend like a beer?
Seeing with unshaded eyes is not easy. It's not easy seeing you in bright daylight. It's not easy knowing you have left. It's not easy believing you unkind. I'd prefer seeing you behind purple-pink lenses. Your actions matching your words. I'd prefer seeing you in the dark, where I can pretend. Pretend you... really care.… Continue reading Blinding Truth
I felt you coming in the fall, When the leaves turn gold and crimson, These notes of summer past, drop to the ground. I felt you drawing near in fall, degrees of heat cooling. And all that is alive goes underground to slumber for a season. Yet nothing was asleep in me. Anticipation like the… Continue reading I Felt You Coming in the Fall
No one prepares you for a heartbreak breakup. Here are some steps to help you through a rough time.
This prose is about a knight (man) who cannot stop fighting his demons in order to find love.
Why I write fiction for you- to tell of broken hallelujahs in our lives!
Your soft rubber soles make no sound upon the gravel walk. You come as the moon rises high in the sky, dressed for spying, for observing. Your black covered mask and slim leather gloves reveal nothing about who you are, As you peek into my world. My mess of curls splayed across the pillow, my… Continue reading Love Me Like A Spy
You blew into my life like the refreshing rain coming off the mountains, that rain that cools the hot air and my perspiring skin in summer time. You blew as a refreshing cool breeze and lifted up my heart, lifted up my hope for the possibility of soulful kinship, of soulful love. I flew to… Continue reading Treasures
Before electricity, large cities such as London and New York City had lamp lighters. Men who would walk the boulevards and light the gas lamps along the main streets and upper class neighborhoods (Reference the recent movie Mary Poppins Returns with Lin-Manuel Miranda as Jack, the lamp lighter?) I've been fascinated by the metaphorical idea… Continue reading Be a Lamp Lighter for Each Other
Word’s don’t come yet.
They cannot convey the miracle I have waited so long for.
This holy thing happening within me,