Saturday, January 31, 2015


The fortress of solitude
Hallowed and haunted 
I soon will join their ranks
Restless souls and
Tortured hearts reside there
Yellowed parchment is the
Only tattered decoration
Never again lonely when 
Everyone there bedevils my nights

Friday, January 30, 2015

TwitterShort Challenge 6





                I’d been drinking at the local dance club for hours. The Pepper Mill had its fair share of patrons, but I found it lacking for a standard Saturday night. I stood up to leave and was stopped dead in my tracks.

                She hit the scene like a Betamax player: born in 1975 and like nothing I’d ever seen before. With her hair all in place and the perfect smattering of makeup, she could pass for late 20’s. Her curves were perfectly insane. She had a rack that stood out like a prism at noon on a cloudless day. The slight sheer in the black material of her top hinted at a ruby red bra. Her jeans were nearly painted on her generous backside. The platform heels she was wearing had no business on the dance floor unless you were on Dancing with the Stars. 

                I tried to gather my jaw off the floor. Her confidence and youthful looks left me feeling like an antique typewriter missing the letter Q. How could it be that she looked like that? I panicked and headed for the door.

                Unfortunately, I couldn’t make a clean escape. Her eyes caught up with mine. She half strutted – half stalked her way over to where I was standing.  She gave a crooked grin and said, “How’s it going, Buckaroo?”

                I cringed at the old endearment. Over twenty years had passed since high school, and in that moment I realized the error of my ancient decisions. Back then, she had been quiet and plain. I dumped her for the head cheerleader because that’s what was expected from the star basketball player.  I knew it would crush her, and I felt badly about it. Now here she was looking like a million dollars. And me? I just looked old and broken.

                “Hey, Kansas,” I replied. 

                “Buy me a drink, you fool,” she teased and headed to the bar.

                Maybe it just takes a couple decades for second chances to roll around.


Thursday, January 29, 2015


When looking ahead
Anticipation and fear
Sit on each shoulder


Romantic notions
Of ladies in heels
Of gentlemen in hats
Of pay phone calls in pouring rain
Of candlelit dinners in darkened caves
Of hand written love notes
Of frustrated tears
Of wine at midnight

And I watch it all unfold as 
The storyteller
Never the participant

Wednesday, January 28, 2015


Rabbit holes and tea parties
Ribbons and glitter
Tiny little pieces of china
And matching silverware
It's all so small
I wonder why it even exists 
For surely nothing can be so small
And sustain 
Except a sliver of love 

Tuesday, January 27, 2015


Darkened tunnels and 
Eroded passageways
Vacant places so
Old that time forgot 
Tears of ghosts
I knew long ago
Only you understand my 
Need for your arms

Monday, January 26, 2015


Earth on all sides 
I keep looking up 
But the sky gets
Farther and farther away
No matter how fast I claw
The circle of blue
Gets smaller and smaller
What will become of me
When that spot finally disappears

Sunday, January 25, 2015


Moon up 
Moon down 
Another night 
Long and cold
Empty and hollow
The imprint of stars
Burned into my eyes
Making it impossible 
To see the sun
And unable to
Feel any warmth

Saturday, January 24, 2015


Do it 
Throw that fucking stone
Just don't forget that
I'm quicker than you 
And I have the arsenal of rocks
You've already thrown 

Friday, January 23, 2015


Percussion drilling into my brain
I can't escape your name 
I've right turned so many times 
I find myself back
To where I was
And the tympani keeps pounding
Never allowing my feet a silent moment
Or my soul a minute's peace 

Thursday, January 22, 2015


A simple wish that my words
Could reach your heart
Really and truly make you feel
Once upon a time
Seems like a fool's dream
Time will tell 
If I will make this
Candle wish again next year 

Wednesday, January 21, 2015


The blank page
Untouched snow
Unsharpened pencil
Wrapped package
Unopened wine
Fresh manicure
All just waiting
For me to ruin 

Tuesday, January 20, 2015


On top of the world
Put together
Careless feet
And lofty thoughts
Suddenly the world tilts
And throws me from my perch 
I've landed in your lap
And it's the most beautiful 


It's quiet here
Familiar and comfortable 
My fortress of solitude 
A cave kept hidden
Where I store my
I've lost track of time 
Have years passed since I last
Ventured out
I don't recognize the
Landscape anymore 

Monday, January 19, 2015


Before you sleep
Whisper a prayer
And hold my name close
So if my tomorrow doesn't come
I'll still hear you
From the clouds 

Sunday, January 18, 2015


Hollowed out
Alone and 
No one hears 
The tears fall
Exhaustion claims another
Doomed soul 

Saturday, January 17, 2015


I don't even realize
The dribble of blood
Leaving a trail down
The beach 
All I know is 
My wrists are on fire
And the water won't stop
It's sensuous call
It wants to smother me
Finish line in sight
And everything becomes silent
Even the heartbeat in my ears

Friday, January 16, 2015


Running to get away
I close door after door
Praying for the distance 
To grow enough for my safety 
I fear for my life 
Death hot on my heels
Eternity finally has me cornered 

Thursday, January 15, 2015


Off goes the light
You leave the room
And I'm alone again to
Trace the walls and
Walk my circles
Counting sun ups and downs 
Through my bars
I wait until you return 
With my song and 
I can sing 
Once more

Wednesday, January 14, 2015


Never a centerfold
Simply plain 
Average smarts
Pass me once in a crowd
And you'd pass me twice
There is nothing to draw your eye
Hidden treasure
That isn't even hidden 

Tuesday, January 13, 2015


I want to leave you on the verge of restorative tears
I want to leave you harder than when you got here
I want to hone and grind and define that edge until it's sharp enough to cut without being felt
I want you to miss me while you can still hear my footsteps fade
I want your heart to pound when you see me return
I want your collar to be emblazoned with my name
And I want to never again wake up from a dream I've conjured from shredded wishes and ridiculous hope

Monday, January 12, 2015


Still yourself 
The blindfold doesn't come off
Until you listen to me
And swallow the truth
You will see your beauty
When you are stripped
Of doubt
Of bias
Now take this marque 
As your reminder

Sunday, January 11, 2015


Lighting a fire 
In the darkened places
A heart burning
So fiercely that
Only the cool of
Night's air can
Stop the flames

Saturday, January 10, 2015


Flawed mirrors and 
Broken eyes 
Both lie
I scratch and peel
At my skin until 
My exterior exposes
That all important 
Inner beauty 
For all to see 
And finally prove
I'm not what you see
I'm more

Friday, January 9, 2015


Asleep and safe
A dream curled around 
Your finger
Softly tugging
A memory from
Dream to reality 
As scent and song still linger 

Thursday, January 8, 2015


So sits my Love across the sea
Yet close at hand
Master and Commander
Poet and King
However far away He sails
Only brings Him closer
Napping and dreaming
Yearning for this harbormistress

Wednesday, January 7, 2015


She watches
I don't mind
The laugh she doesn't hear
The smiles she doesn't see
Those are my secrets to keep
So I'll watch her
Watching me
And do my best
To entertain 

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

New Grey 4


            I tried desperately to make sense of what The King had said.

            “Who are you?”

            The question rang in my ears over and over. How could my own Father no longer recognize me? I used the edge of my war torn cloak to wipe at the tears and dirt that stained my face, praying for Him to see me.

            “Father,” I said softly. “It’s me. It’s your son. Your lastborn.”

            “You look familiar to me. News had come my lastborn was dead. You look nothing like him.” The King said as he leaned forward in his throne. His eyes narrowed as He looked hard into my eyes, searching for the answers held in my soul. When finally a spark of recognition reached His eyes, it was all I could do to not weep from joy. 

            “Lastborn, it seems you speak the truth, but your form is not as it should be. Tell me of your time on the fields.”

            I explained how my courier mission had taken me to the front lines. I told Him how the angel stood above me ready to strike but stilled his sword. I left out no detail when describing how the angel’s mortal wound mixed blood into mine. All the while, He stared with calculating eyes as I relayed every piece of how I found myself to be here.

            “You speak truth, Lastborn. But you are no longer one of us. The angel’s blood that courses through your veins will only grow stronger as it binds with yours.”

            The King sat back and rubbed his fingers against weary eyes. “It is no light decision that I make. You must know this. But we can no longer support you here.”

            I felt like I had been kicked down an endless well. Banished. From my home. The thought was near unbearable. “Father,” I pleaded, hoping beyond hope he would change his mind.

            “Have you not seen yourself since battle, Lastborn?”

            Suddenly, the question pulled me from my free fall. I hadn’t. I don’t know why looking at myself would make any difference. Surely this had to be a trick question of some sort. “No, I haven’t, Father. But why…”

            The King cut me off and waved toward polished marble floor surrounding His throne.

            I slowly tilted my eyes downward.





Smile and laughter everywhere 
I can't wait to leave
Be the perfect guest
Can't even focus on words
Everyone thinks you're happy 
I don't want to be here
Pay attention and nod
I don't care what they say
Thank the hosts as you leave
Wait until you get home to cry
And the show continues
No one can ever know

Monday, January 5, 2015


I'm fine with the lights on 
But come the dark and
Monsters lurk
Demons hunt 
I'm afraid
And alone
Life's trebuchet has
Destroyed my defensive line
And I can only watch as
Enemies stream into my sanctuary 
To steal my soul

Sunday, January 4, 2015


There's a vein
Just below the surface
The blue runs up my arm
I'll sit for minutes and stare
I wonder how long
It will be before I let
Blue run red 

Saturday, January 3, 2015


So far away
Minutes versus miles 
Matters not
All I know is that you aren't here
My arms are cold 
And my heart beats slower 
And tar blackened nights
Feel like morning may
Never come again 

Friday, January 2, 2015


Somewhere there is a
Thought that dances 
Along the darkness
Reckless and
Always searching for that
Lover who understands 
Locks and keys

Thursday, January 1, 2015


All the promise
Of an unwritten future
Page after blank page
Waiting for words
To inspire 
To motivate
To make me beautifully die
I scribble letters
Over and over again 
Until a single voice 
Cuts through the din
And adds the color and pictures
To something once black and white