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Thursday, 08, June, 2023

In Trying Times

With foundations rocky The need to retreat grows stronger. As uncertainty rips through a barely grown over path Solitude beckons, company no longer Wanted as new roots dislodge...
Image of beach with rocks and the sun shining

Where would I be if not with you

Where would I be if not with you in your tiny hand among the Irish yew. For I was not me, but a wandering daze away from...


I wish I could tell you what’s really going on How much I’ve struggled and fought to stay strong I know you say “It’s okay not...

Rusty Coil

Night is still the air is dry There is beauty in the dead silence, Unaware in the copper sand I am prey to your violence, Slithering around taste...