The Clock Inches

For the second day in a row, I’ve given in just the tiniest bit to the underbelly of poetry. This was a piece I had written a while back. I cleaned it up (it needed it terribly), and now post it here for whomever would take part in its enjoyment. It’s an uptempo, wordy diatribe… Continue reading The Clock Inches

The Anti-Alibaster King

Something a little different from me. It kind of wallows on the darker side of life.    He woke up to a lullaby of soundless singing, empty sounds like whispered dreaming. The warmth between his shallow thoughts was darling as it danced with lines of lies he’d spoke before. His pillow was full of dreams… Continue reading The Anti-Alibaster King