The Lake

I take my steps beside the lake and stare to where the water stops, and in these moments I adhere to nothing less than broken thoughts. My dreams, my hopes, they fret among the boughs of trees that fell, from whence they leaned a touch to far to see their own reflections. As I drift

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