Time flies. A toddler sits alone in a room. Dark. Shadows watch from the dim blank wallpaper. Silent eyes. *** Time flies. A young child stays up one night. Terrified. Shadows have grown fangs out of sight. Quiet mocking. *** Time flies. A teen is pulling an all nighter. Calm. Fangs have fallen out useless.…

Sleep comes like a fog in the night. Swapping imaginary for the seen. An incalculable oculus. Sometimes it soothes and sometimes it attacks with a bite. Emotions dictate my fate as I dream. *** The possibilities are endless. Power taken or given directly to the soul. Hated and loved wager. Golden haven to the friendless.…

As I move further up into the mountains, green closes in on all sides.  Living walls that both close in to give comfort to the body and open the mind.  Senses sharpen, I see the great redwoods in all their wonder.  Mountain misery the only perfume of these great giants.  The sun is no longer…

There are two chairs in my house.Or perhaps only one.The one I was held as a child in against his heart.The one I can hear his uneven breathing from at five in the afternoon.The chair he would hold me upright in so I could pretend to walk.The chair he reached out to me from with…

In the deep blue is where I meet myself.Gravity does not exist.I can move in any direction I wish.Healing is found in the deepest of places. One can swim down,But it is never dark.The warm water closes in on sides like a gentle hug.The soul is freed. It is impossible to drown here.One may freely…

I don’t even remember that day.The day that particular fire left me.It was like an ember cast to the wind.Stolen so fast that I didn’t even know it lost. A different treasure was left in its place.Gold exchanged for diamond.That statue called Reality dressed in the precious metals of perspective.It is still very valuable but…

There is a stranger in my house,Though I know him well.Great cousin to my Father’s spirit, And mirror to his touch. I know his face, his hands, his feet,But his eyes are like intruders on a hollow night.His heart only pretending to beat.Mouth controlled by some strange power. I remember who he was supposed to…

I sit with my face to the west.Others look at me with a smile and rush by.But their faked interest is no more than a whimpering lie.They see themselves as best. They think oh how strange is she with failed limb.Don’t look too long, don’t cross that line.Their inner selves know that they could be…

Nostalgia is such a fickle feeling.A delicate flower with razor thorns.Bright enough to draw the eye to its color,But sharp enough to wound if gripped too tightly. It is a dangerous vine to me.It never withers or fades.It seeks to trip the un careful,And lock a person in place. I have learned to prune such…