I know that the day is inevitable. The day that it will never leave me again. A shadow until the final curtain close. I am not ready for the rose throw. Instead I cut my fingers on the thorns now. Paying anguish for a fate not passing just yet. *** It hurts and I cannot…

If you know where that blessed spring lies, please tell me. I seem to have lost my map. Thrown out with the dreams of yesterday and spent desires. Treasure fallen among garbage. Object that I cannot live without. Missing from its space next to new beginnings and behind my ribcage. *** I cannot tell you…

What am I running from? It could be my own actions. An accident or misjudgment. A spin out on the black ice called life. Trying to flee before the police show up. Action with a direct reaction. *** I have had dreams of getting into a car crash even though I have never driven one.…

I think I want to run away. Leave it all behind. Become one with the wind that blows through and past. Over that distant ridge I spy almost out of sight. My mind can already see the path I would take with the cool breeze at my back. In fact, I feel like I could…

I miss the days of brightly colored concern. Balloons in all shapes and colors used to bring cheer. Flowers placed in ornate crystal vases to liven up the room. Stuffed animals and teddy bears to clean to when you can barely hang on. A different kind of light that comes from other people. Love and…

My house has been vandalism. A kind of graffiti that sticks out to the eye. Maybe sharp like a rock in the bottom of a shoe. Or just static noise that fades into the background. But it is not the kind of graffiti that a person is used to. There was no spray paint or…

Before me sits a book. Its pages are completely blank but say a lot. A vicious echo of both what is and what might be. I could try to fill in the pages myself but the book never seems to end. Screaming at me over my failure to never fill in until the last page.…

In the chance you give me a pumpkin, know that you give me so much more. You have given me a treasure chest. Of course every pumpkin is full of fibers, pulp and seeds. Those are valuable but not the point I am trying to make. You would have given me a container of so…

Many people are scared of technology. From violent robots to scheming AI. That might happen eventually but not right now. I don’t have a crystal ball but there is friction that happens now. A kind I do not have to wait decades to experience. One that happens almost every day. *** I have gazed into…

I wish I was not so fickle. Attention a razor thin line I use like a blade. Carving out a path immediately before me. But there are times when it becomes so thin it disappears. Then I am left to wander alone or find a different path. Trying to make up for the difference of…