On Swift Wings

Sitting alone By the window sill It’s late into the night Wind is sleeping People aren’t stirring But her eyes are open wide Yawning loudly She checks her watch First customer of the night Adjust her straps Folds her hands And breathes in deeply Hoping she’ll get another chance To say goodbye Walking down steps … Continue reading On Swift Wings

Child Born Of Tremor and Turmoil

  writing is my love my life the beginning and end of an always speaking wife we noticed one another while drifting away from life on the verge of exiting she stole the knife we courted on balconies piers and windows crept through by cellphone light we wed four years ago happy as could be … Continue reading Child Born Of Tremor and Turmoil