regret – The Warrior Within

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And see just like that it’s gone – a fleeting thought, a whisper, the twilight and the dawn. In that moment before waking and in the shadows of sleep, were you truly there beside me or somewhere beyond my reach?

Oklahoma

Hell beckons me home where the promise of comfort soothes my restless feet and calms my aimless heart. The demons speak in familiar tones reminding me that I belong to this desolate, dying land where only the slightly insane can exist but never live. It is here that generations regenerate the myth that this isContinue reading “Oklahoma”

Strangers

While I could not cry in front of you, I cried once for you – in front of strangers. But then again it could have just been the vodka, or life’s regrets – perhaps it was only allergies that caused such a commotion of compulsion. Who knows what God’s thinking in these rare moments ofContinue reading “Strangers”

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”

Yellow Polka Dot

In my yellow polka dots, I had no notion I didn’t match and no idea you didn’t care. God we were so young then – and reckless, just not reckless enough.

Ghosts

Some ghosts are not dead but are whispers in the wind from the one we lost saying, “Come find me again.”

A Catch in My Throat

There’s an emotion rising in my eyes, a catch in my throat, a whisper I cannot shake found in these halls where I connect too much with your ghost, a figment really of a girl on a beach, toes in the sand and that smile I remember most, among so many senses I cannot forget.Continue reading “A Catch in My Throat”

Denied and Deprived

And before I die I assure you I’ll cry over that first kiss, denied and deprived over many oceans and beyond anyone’s notion of what could have been, preventing what should have been. I suppose it all comes to its destined end, despite our legacies, our family, our friends. For the heart wants what itContinue reading “Denied and Deprived”

Unfinished

When you feel like the rules are different for everyone but you, and the world keeps changing except for the view, close your eyes and hear the sounds from that place long ago that spoke to your youth. When nothing turns out like the dream you chased but never followed through, and it seems yourContinue reading “Unfinished”

I Pause for Ghosts

Between silence and a whisper, I find magic in the moments of snow on rooftops, fresh under my feet and in the remnants it leaves on the strangers I meet. A ghost among them, I’m very much alive, sure of my fortune, I fly rather than run along this path of mine. Near the lake,Continue reading “I Pause for Ghosts”