Self Crafted Hell

The pieces in place, prepared to render justice for transgressions most human. A mortal plane of existence, designed to torment and punish the failings of an apathetic soul. Crafted in mine own image.  An earth bound hell, built to hold the memories and stoke the regrets. The reminders of loss and what might have been,

Things to come…

It has been harrowing, since the recent events which have occupied the town and my own mind. The deaths of a man and woman is big news here. But, their murder is a shocking scandal. Add to that, he had a wife and kids a county away and she was a divorcee at 25, when

How

How might we express that timeA shared union, past tense sureReal and imagined, to some extentBound, yet also aloofWhole, complete, fulfilledAnd toxic tooOnce, that was usGone now, and for the best

Humble haiku February 9

simple, trickle flowwinding through the land easythe stream brings colorwaking, rising sunlifting darkness away, nowmy eyes feel againonce, we possessed alllove, life, meaning, confidencegone now, the magic

Cinquain February 7

morningdew, gentle breezecalming, stirring, anewpromise hangs on the air, we startat dawnnonsensethat kind of stuffno need to cover ithassles the mind, always best toavoidreactgiving responsecould relax, mute the tonecrowd demands more, for the dollarclassic

American Cinquain 11/9/2019

All in No more waiting It is now or never The heart is looking for a pair I call Healing What a feeling Almost, like I’m stealing Someone else’s joy and meaning Renewed The owl Wise, observing Looking before leaping The prey, laughing before it’s caught Feasting Grinning Knowing after All of the options, now

Self Crafted Hell

The pieces in place, prepared to render justice for transgressions most human. A mortal plane of existence, designed to torment and punish the failings of an apathetic soul. Crafted in mine own image.  An earth bound hell, built to hold the memories and stoke the regrets. The reminders of loss and what might have been,

Lace and Honey

Their eyes met in the realm of possibility. That scape where interests often collide. Sharing a curiosity, engaging in a little myth making. Together they forge nothing into machinations constructed to delight the imagination. Her beauty is evident, he also caught a glimpse of her strength. Her words soft and sweet, to him like lace

I Lost

Originally posted on Ron Lanham Writing:
The way your eyes danced when I made you laugh. The shyness, you still had, when I kissed you deeply. The fact your face was the first thought my mind found, when a familiar song started. Honestly, that still happens. When you whispered those words, that you later admitted…

Place Your Bets

Only an observation, likely something suggested in folly. We can keep on wishing darlin’. Or we can embrace opportunity. Rolling with the punches as they say, has come so natural. If indeed that, something better, presents itself, manifesting our truest desire, perhaps we will see it more easily if we engage in the mundane earnestly.