Sitting at Powell’s

I sit in this bookstore where I feel detached from the young and too young to be the old. Miles away, memories come in with the fog and rest their toes at the edge of the water. The only promise of life is the sound of fury from beyond what only the lost can see.Continue reading “Sitting at Powell’s”

Gone Before I’m Gone

(for Hailey Owens) Last seconds can wreck your mind break the strong and destroy the weak. Angry words spoken, love rushed and often forgotten in the split seconds of what nobody knows will be the last. Imagined cries and agonies of the injured, torment the living, but I tell you this, cause I heard itContinue reading “Gone Before I’m Gone”