Winter's Blues

Winter’s Blues Crisping cold and militant windknock on my bedroom windowI’m shaking the night off my shoulders &wash away oppressive memories My hands are exanimate, my nails crumble,my eyes wander across the willowsMy heart’s still in the afterglow of last year’s spring Every time, when I lock my peevish eyesI’m still there and you’re still … Continue reading Winter's Blues

Silence.

This angelic creature was tortured by demonic thoughts. He could not escape, as he laid there in his unmade bed, in complete silence. There was an empty bottle of rum besides his matress and a few unopened letters. The air in the room was dirty and I could smell a scent of unwashed laundry. There … Continue reading Silence.