Haunted happiness An outline of utterances and Self-flagellating phrases. Up then down where down dwells, Permanent resident in a shame shack. Black attack. Stepping back.
I had the honor of being selected and featured as a guest artist at a wonderful art & literature website called Morality Park, where they
I drifted a bit through some various selections for this week’s Rush Reboot. I knew I wanted to choose a song from one of their
Synapses overloading With each footfall. Fight or flight Bottled so tight And fervently held close. Neither a choice. Trading burdens for bargains And a bruised
You that would become Not knowing what you became Imperfect bookends Impromptu prompt from comments made on one of Gwen’s two amazing poems. I was
Wulf has been pacing a bit of late. I have been mentally roaming the psychological woods near my den, restlessly padding the moss covered floor