falling

Falling. Not hard fast, roof to concrete, flat. Pavement stain.

Falling. Not motion slow, dream, down down. Abyss pain.

Falling. Heart and mind one, you and I one. Blanket to pillow remain.

good stories

“Bad choices make good stories.”

It’s a clever shirt. More clever, because it’s true.

Own your choices and you own your stories.

peerage

No photo today, just a hastily crafted, poetic rant… with a little bit of hope for the peerage in all of us.

front porch of the living dead

Just a house, on a quiet street, near a busy corner, somewhat out of sight from passers-by. A guest. A welcome visitor. A watchman. And if you get too close…

Hungry.