Tag Archives: prose
I thought the only thing missing was You. This Salt works hard enough. The real question is How? How… How will I honestly know this will be worth the effort.
I can’t recall the perfect hideout… but considering a tree to climb followed by plans to stay away from your demands. My quest, consisting of remains unfulfilled. (I had better luck in the dream world). Finding Space— inspired. Private and … Continue reading
Absent moon and hollow the dark void of night rains silence. Life fled and empty a wasteland of fear explains silence. Desperately digging at solitude, soft heart freshly buried, thick soil suffocation, sweet lack of air ordains silence. Faint hope … Continue reading