I have scars from when I was but a child The days when I was allowed to be reckless and wild And amidst tragedies I didn't yet understand, I smiled And I never knew the novel I'd become was being compiled I have scars from when I was a young man With confidence and... Continue Reading →
Time Beleaguered
Dusk threatens with tendrils of gold To put me to sleep in the loveliest fold "Just up the stream" by a nymph, I'm told Is where I can run and never grow old But the decaying smell of moss and mold Lies just behind and bites like bitter cold Now I've gone too far, this life I've... Continue Reading →
I Want To Be Terrified
I took a walk earlier today. In fact, I think I may go for another one here at the end of this post... I walked out the doors of my office building to simply enjoy the cool morning air. I went out there to talk with God, hoping that He'd strike me with some divine... Continue Reading →
Scraps of Peace
A thousand lives pass by thirty-thousand and six feet below and yet I think it's me wasting away because for every mile passed, I'm less than a minute older and yet a lifetime closer to the places imagination takes us. In this moment of muted melody I come by scraps of peace and,... Continue Reading →
A Risk Worth Taking
https://open.spotify.com/track/0CAOgFq049xUoXQz0dpJpy This song got me through my final year of university... I remember it like it was yesterday. I woke up in the worst of sorts and I was ready to give up on the day before I had even finished eating my breakfast. Every day was the same - wake up in time for an... Continue Reading →
Lines
I got lost in the stars tonight and, in what felt like the very first time I discovered imaginary lines between the ever-present light They connected to the palm of my hand and from there, to my heart and all that I am They burned, so I could hardly stand I fell to my knees,... Continue Reading →
An Invitation to the Writers of the World
My fellow writers of the world, Recently, Sayer Teller and I have embarked on a journey in search of brilliant storytellers that write in community with one another. I'd like to invite all of you to participate in The Aught and The Naught, which are folding story forums wherein each person takes a turn writing... Continue Reading →
The Silence of Snow
God gave us memory so we could have roses in December But He gave us snow to dwell in the moment For the sweetest things are those we dearly remember But not even the heart will be forever frozen What good is a moment if it will never pass? Joy to stoicism if it forever... Continue Reading →
Sweet Whiskey
I almost simply used my post from yesterday: On the Backs of Vagabonds but thought that was taking the easy road, so I'll try something new today... Together, we laugh long into the night Between clouds of smoke and half-empty glasses Dreaming of things that could and might Taking a clock and feeding it molasses Tic... Continue Reading →
December Rose 