Blog, Poems & Thoughts

My pencil is my best friend. when she's sharp you can see every letter. When she's blunt you can smudge every shade of grey, black and white

Sitting The fire’s making me sweat Beads on my forehead and upper lip The rain is pattering on the tin roof And I am sitting next to the...

When humanity is forced to consider itself What is the point? is it life itself or existentialism? If we can get rid of thew past we can...

Double hooked like the snapper with a keeper speed balls both the powders in your drink are the bait my blood tastes like sap and the...

The passions faded the eyes of green that glowed at night turn to a dull blue in the daylight. Secrets and small pleasures snatched...

The fire flickers orange and amber charcoal and my love is sleeping orange and charcoal the urgent rhythms on the radio slow to a steady...

Your eyes. There is kindness and an old soul. There is beauty there and resolve. My eyes meet yours Blue and Gold A sunny day at the...

The beauty of your purr astounds me. The handsome fur. The soul is pure, but you are a murderer A contradiction of cute and kill. Jack,...

Your beauty shines through the tears in your soul. The moon weeps with you. Your grey hair speaks of a life well lived and pain where...