shift my soul
shift my soul we are no more shifted into darkness shuffling alone toward a street light echoes shadows ghosts beside me 12-26-24 back to > mystical realism index |
broken holiday
broken holiday nothing was the same after she jumped on Christmas day no laughter carols presents fancy wrapping soothed smoothed over the horror of the holy day her second birthday…
summer at lake camp
summer at lake camp morning before packing up hand in hand on the dock quiet comfort connection already pulling away from me shame could not be hidden gilt enmeshment craft…
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