From the Glass Bottle

If love is enduring and forever, then I'll chase down the storm with kindness; I'll challenge the thunder with affection; I'll face the rent sky with devotion. And, should the storm overtake me, please say that I never stopped fighting...because I never stopped loving.

Poetry

Our Love Is A Finch

Our love was a finch once frail against the deluge flying into the winds as though it were strong enough…
Poetry

Fingers On A Ledge

The rocky cliff has lost its tread, yet the fingers are strong, so very strong The index boasts of certainty…
Poetry

I Choose Oblivion

One fear I have is freedom. The other is shackles.   Clearly and considerably, the bonds by their very nature…