The witching hour
The moon dips into the skylike a lone butterscotch cookieleft behind at the bottomof this otherwise emptycookie jar of a nightlying pensive and mellowhalf-bitten, half-smittenby a handful of half storiesbarely … Continue reading
Illusion
So you’ve livedfar too long in the shadowslong enough to call it homeand felt the skin of the worldonly with your fingertipskeeping sanity at arm’s lengthand a prayer in your … Continue reading
December…
…when everything waversat the cusp of change churning hopeful heartsthat mark milestones with a fistful of sandy truths and resolutions in the wind.When some things endquietly without fanfarewhile others wake … Continue reading
Final frontier
Our eyes held back a tale of lovebut our silence had much to sayour heartbeats tattooed a truthin the cold creases of yesterday. Goodbyes are for everyone elsewhose world isn’t … Continue reading
Just another Thursday
Yes, it’s just another Thursday nightBut I’m a bit tipsy just the same.The weekend is oh so overrated And weekdays are mine to tame.I’m teetering on the threshold of timeBut … Continue reading
One for the road
I wish one day, some day,in the far, or near future,we’d go for an aimless rideto some place out there,far, or just a few smiles away,and pause for a fleeting … Continue reading
Transient
Time sweeps away the patina of dustoff musty memories of a time when I was swept awayby an intangible loveswept under the rugand lost to the quiet. Time steals the … Continue reading
Stalemate
Between knowing the unchangeable,and quietly wishing for alternate universes,between cherishing our second chances,and negating all the meaningful moments,between relentless reality that just won’t give,and memories that cave to the rush … Continue reading
Train of thought
And there I was againat the close of daystanding by myself in a sea of people commuters in motion at a busy train station that had long become just a … Continue reading
Dark poetry
I offer wordsto the dark nightit’s not much but that’s alright. It’s the coinI have to payat the gates of sleepto see another day.
Life, with a pinch of salt 