FINALLY

There‚Äôs clouds I spoke to, yelled at cried under   and stars I confessed the worst of me bouncing prayers off the space between   and under moons where useless silver threads failed to drown out the blood of my sins   as my eyes suffered sight to see a way through   to the … More FINALLY

FINDING RIGHT

A subtle word resembles a glance of thought, slipping past like sweet breath of liqueur.   Resting back, a Roman blue sky fills the bowl above, averting the eyes from gravity, admiring the wide color.   If rumors develop, they are deposited in a glass jar of gossip where they ferment, unless deadly spoken sins … More FINDING RIGHT