Redemption

I am an old man sitting on a wooden bench by a river. My shoes sit softly in the mud and I am relaxed. The sunlight gently warms my eyelids as the five o’clock sun glistens off of the water. Slowly the trees rustle and I can sink into what I believe is very important. […]


Stormy, Your Eyes…

stormy, your eyes staring out into the distance only accepting what is acceptable like a gate into your heart they prance the gardens of this earth smelling flowers and parousing supermarkets stormy, your eyes sideways looking at me across the pillow telling me of your deeds and your adventures always gentle, always free like a […]