A Drift

Splotches of paint thrown on the canvas of my mind Dripping, slowly through my words                                                                                 … More A Drift

The Reunion

I could hear them through my smell. Walking through a canopy of trees I stumbled into their conversation Crisp, cold ice dancing with mossy, rich mud. Greeting one another. One yawning, ready for rest Nodding wearily The other smiling                                 … More The Reunion