Like the smell of the earth, after the heaviest of rains,like the stillness of the air,after the howls of the thunder,how sweet love can be, after the sorrow of heartache,how healing is forgiveness, after the injury of hate.
{death}
i have seen death beforeand he is dark and he is cruelhis claws are painful, his presence inevitable,slowly or quickly he comes for us allhe leaves more damage than he createsbut on days like today, i admire deathand the way these leaves, once green and fresh, then vibrant and yellow, now brittle and orange,dance to …
{the cottage}
I used to dream of runningto a cottage by the sea,or a cabin in the woods,where I could breatheand I could be.I would write, and I’d hopeand I’d heal and I’d pray,and I wouldn’t come back,until all was ok.But I never ran,and I never roamed,‘Cause if I left til I was betterthan I’d never come …
{catch flame}
Fragmented phrases blow through my mind like the autumn leaves around me.I think I know how to writeuntil i sit before this paper.What a cruel fellow he is, his empty lines mocking me, his legion of vacant pages laughing and teasing and emphasizing my inability.I may not have the words yet, but I have a …