Writing

Plates smash. frames crash , feet cut on smashed glass. Memories scolded. rules unfolded - a lover’s pursuit must refute. Floor sca..

I've had the last line for months, and finally the rest has clicked.

random writing while sitting on the beach

a different perspective on sacrifice, inspired by a favorite fictional character of mine.

The title of this haiku poem happens to be what one woman is asking a couple who is doing something in front of her.

2006April24 Now 2019July17 Revised this poem My broken heart not his broken heart.

Written over 4 years ago as I walked a long while near a place that would become 3 years later our home. Many memories made since that day.

Slightly updated version of an old piece.

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