Hers is a vintage heart that holds a timeless affectionShe's a tattered letter that speaks a forgotten language of bittersweet memoriesA black-and-white tale full of depth and contrast with bursts of unpredictable passionShe's an angel with a whiskey burn and unforgettable kissArmor for love is a barbed-wire fence; clear view with rustic protection.
Addiction
A calming lullaby in the rain; it seems to be an answerA hurricane in the storm we live inYou're that single dose so exhilarating I crave to live, my own personal drugYou're the blazing warmth in the fire set between usA midnight shadow that watches over me like my own guardianA breath stolen from me likeContinue reading "Addiction"
Three Hundred & Sixty Five Days – an open letter
Mema, When you were here, I took for granted every opportunity that I had to see you. I drove on HWY 64 East every evening at approximately 5:15 pm. I'd think to myself "I have to get home, I have to let the dogs out, I have to 'do this' and 'do that'". I apologizeContinue reading "Three Hundred & Sixty Five Days – an open letter"
! H O L I D A Y S !
As you can tell by the caption, this blog post will be about the HOLIDAYS! In exactly 33 days little children will be scrambling around like chickens with no head for HALLOWEEN! This means there are 12 Friday's until CHRISTMAS! I am a lover beyond all things for this time of year; you can askContinue reading "! H O L I D A Y S !"
Sailing Towards The Moon 