Chimes to Rest By

Bells knocking by the fingers of a breeze Feathered across their cold metal curves Tinkle the harmonious tune of tranquillity … Continue reading Chimes to Rest By

Poetry

Where The Rage Is Directed

Behind the furrowed forehead brow Many a thought swirl around Vast space of crimson anger gush Severed arteries ooze and … Continue reading Where The Rage Is Directed

Poetry

Trusting Again

No vast open spaces In the cracks and crevices On the tissue of my heart Pains and past contusions Stuffed … Continue reading Trusting Again