Poetry

Wet Winter

Because California unusually has a few wet moments this winter. Gray clouds, leaves sail farDoors close, salt and pepper shakesBirds nestle snugly -------------------------------------------- Small foggy windowA family piecing puzzlesCandlelight flickers

Poetry

Final Breath

A frown fixed upon my face. I do not speak.  If I speak, The demon inside slashes with uncontrolled fury, Words loud like cuts on the wrist. I cannot take them back; I will not take them back. My silence The only thing keeping the peace. Our turmoil is tearing me apart from the inside. … Continue reading Final Breath