Publication Credits

BROKEN GLASS - - Published in Online Ezine's First Edition - Crossroad, Schooled, Lost and Crushed

TURBULENCE - Published in Issue number 7 - Seamstress

Saturday, June 26, 2010


pitchfork stakes this crossroad,
the very blood of me
stains the tines
so quiet and still,
all but for the breathless choke
stand up
dust off my backside
happy memories float on
watch them break apart in the wind
which road to go
run fast,walk slow
just go
switchback into dirt path undertow
sorrow pulls deeply
the ground greets my knees
which way?
emptiness lives inside my sighs
I watch each vacant path
rise and fall in it's own distance
and as the dust filled breath of night
dries my eyes
and the quiet speaks truth into the lies
as steady as one can
I stand
produce the most beautiful
unbelievable wing span
and try
to fly

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