Makig preparations for a trip across the sky emptying out the contents of a purse inexplicable contents pour forth gadgetry of womanhood two types of lipstick, a third tube of chapstick a compact of powder makeup no less than four hair ties 6 clipies to tame wandering strands three earings a myriad of reciepts a pen an andes mint wrapper, folded tightly around discarded gum and fifteen member cards proclaiming membership to organizations that should not require memberdom a lone piece of peppe...

I am the blade hewn from steel. The fiery furnace of the blacksmiths forge: that was your hate and brutality. Into the heart of the flame I was plunged; had I been made of lesser stuff, out of the forge I would be so much dust. But, I am steel. Every blow, like the hammer blow upon the anvil, made me straighter made me stronger. Into the heat again and again- as sure as the sunrise, burning away impurity. Though lacking his purpose, you surely served the same end as the blacksmith, architect ...

a lifelong tapestry of actions and dreams immortal like a kaleidoscope of variegated shapes and hues the sum of what was a life and when the body is reclaimed by the dust does that spell the end of those dreams and thoughts what answer lay beyond the grave dreams are immortal transcending time and death carry them far away and fling them aloft into the endless sky the condensed and simplified essence of your soul and should those dreams harness the winds and sail about from mind to mind thoug...

I can’t sleep in my own bed that space meant to be a haven for dreams now only a place for haunting dead when last I slumbered here only four days ago you were here beside me and now as my eyes look upon it I spy living evidence of you proof you were just here not but a moment ago [the pillow set with an impression of your head the sheets undone, tossed back from the morning the blankets that smell like your skin] with such lingering traces of you you have to come walking through that door j...

The Golden Pair in a crowded parking lot unconcerned with those passerby A Man TOUCHED A Woman a sighing caress and nothing more His palm to Her cheek and She turning into Him Softly spoken words an ordinary and innocent act transformed by loving affection witness feel the trespasser yet still cannot look away a touch as soft as a whisper radiating as intensely as a supernova something so simple speaking complicated volumes about Love, Passion, Intimacy A rare and beautiful sight Found in the...