A Stroke of Love

My father passed peacefully on January 10th 2021, Sunday at sunset

Cobbled with barbs

Forced to take a road you never saw

Cobbled with barbs and a broken heart

Tracks in the snow

Today for the first time since this journey began, I was shown our bitter sweet reality in the most beautiful and gentle way


Long tentacles with poison thorns thrash about

Touching  innocence and those that never chose

Beyond the Feeders IV

An eruption of glass and heavy blackness violently knock you to the ground. As your vision fades you hear the birds and see the image¬†beyond the feeders that lured you here…

Watching & Waiting

Surviving eternal consequences has no end

Alone you stand on the step

Longing to be taken as you fight to stay alive