Early morning in your heart Winds pulling curtains part Sun shining through to veins Blessing embodied remains Your eyes upon the view Heart holding life
Original Fiction Rating: PG Authors Note: This happened to be my dream, whilst asleep. Too realistic, too vivid. The “HECK NO!” thing. Barely in a
Original fiction Short story Rating – PG There it was – the lingering smell of the fragrance left by the lady who came in seeking
These broken hallways, from hell knows which place, or space – with close to nothing in common with any place I know.
Climb down again, fall like a log, Expecting night to flow.. Another turn, another day We’re doomed again to draw.
Steam rising from a tea cup, Her fingers stirring pen. Thoughts getting over break up Of fictional intent. She’s breathing hard, Her eyes are cold;