Steam from my lips fogs the glass//Until my features are all veiled...
Upon the Veiling Glass
A Fallen Ambassade
The pen rests on the page - a fallen ambassade...
Such Fragile Panes
Why should we be barred from the whimsy we believe by things far more fragile than the dreams that we weave...
Familiar Things
Now these scars are familiar things like my endearing coffee rings...
Swells of Cessation
Sit in stillness, and smile...
Ship in a Bottle
I bought a ship in a bottle and set it out to sea, hoping my captain would one day find me
The Sun is Beneath Us
And so we sit in grotesque ignorance and hush our children as they gawk and point.
Wonders of Whiskey and the Willow Tree
There are some rather odd and ridiculous sayings that come to mind under the influence of such mischievous quiddities as whiskey and autumntime.
Finding the Garden
I step inside... It is absolutely frigid. It seems as if the walls know too, clad in their stoic gray-blue semblance. I dare not run - it could spell disaster for myself and all of the other apparitions locked in here with me. Yet mayhaps the only way to know for sure, the only way to capture... Continue Reading →
December Rose 