Words

some days — if by days you mean libraries (i’m my own library) —i file myself under fiction;some days, anthologies  during regular...

They were the last tomatoes of the season, harvested from the garden like the precious gems they were. The tomatoes were heirlooms....

Woven stories from the marsh land.A baptism of fire erupts in your eyes.A first day built of sweat and smoke and bomb...

bits & piecesof me slough offevery day slivers of sanityflecks of hopescraps of intellecti sweep them up & save themfor a rainy day

a summer wind and softly, now, the whisper of falland these shadows, like snakes they creep down my wall  and the...

I’m observing the frighteningdangerously changing era of anothertrembling foundation,the rapidly turning event unravel... ...

My heart beats change to a speed I can’t endure.There is only one cure;return to a rustic life with nature,free from this...

I have never felt connected to anything, not even my own body. I am trying  to...

and i can not be,  here, not tonight,  a dying vine,  these memories 

Time is money isn’t everything in it’s place and a place for everything counts count your blessings and don’t count your chickens...

So I was walking around the store, just out grabbing a few things for the house and I just happened to wander...

I wonder why it is by all accounts that what I’ve arranged is as yet fixedwhen night makes up for lost time...