Prose

You travel through the maze around my heart; paths I have never seen and hold no hope of discovering.  You leave no crumbs to follow, and I am left chasing remnants and ghouls. Your boots are constructed of armor; heavy step, duty step, snap to. Mates stand at attention; while I run up hills your legs are to heavy to climb. When the shadow puppets
retire to their houses, and the masters fold stories inside old books; I will sneak through the pages, and erase your name. Before

I never disturb the cobwebs; they are the ghosts of spiders' past. They are the record of a being that once lived here. I wish we could...

That's the dream killer, the scene stealer, the thing that will snuff your spirit and crush your soul.    You gave up, spit on your own...

The actors inside the playhouse, as coifed and ready as they are, have no script, and no lines, and so are left mourning the stage. I...

snow. felt like a minor chord
on a cold cheek, melting with the baritone voice of a cello.

Let us begin. Again. I feel as though I have broken trust with people. Are you going to keep creating? Are you going to stop again? The...

Stones speak in centuries; they hold no comfort. They are marked and worn slowly and relentlessly .The river forks around them, flowing...

Metaphors stretch and strain as your name is written. They remind me of myself in your arms. They beg for punishment in lust, in desire,...

I think I died. Released, I floated in the lake, weightless and unseen. Above me, the stars poured across the sky, streaking like molten...

You are tattooed with experience, your skin etched with blood and fire. I wonder how often you laugh, if you allow yourself to experience joy. You are this immovable force, but I want nothing more for you, than to get lost in a stream. I think of you more often than I should. I wonder at how my designs would fit on you. I think maybe, they hold too many curves and your right angles would reject them. You hold too many cages for my flights of fancy to endure.

I look out from this crooked old doorway, to the tattered lawn, to broken cobble stones. I remember that I need to uninvite you from this...

after a while, it became so forgotten that the stories it once remembered became a fiction

Notions; little wisps of potential without shape or purpose, lookingfor a crack in the dreamers’ mind, waiting to be more than a shadow,...

I watched the mother bear, as she gave birth to a thousand pages. The bears standing near held her paws and coached, helping tobring...

I feel panicked in the need of you, drowned in desire,lost in lust. It is temporary and magnificent. Unknown, new, foreign. I have ideals...

In the thunder of waves, in surf and sand, I rolled violently with shells and seaweed. There was only the tumble and drowning, a...

and if I died, middle night, no moon,
 how quickly then would you forget me?
 I have had to kill you one thousand times,
 yet I grieve as...

more in violet hues endure;  the profound nature of twilight. sadness with its many tones of blues, and black purples.  these colours...

The state has no control over its affairs. Buildings crumble; each falling stone is another memory lost to the march of years, each...

You are azure silk, turning in circles around your form, the fabric dancing to music only I hear. You are a flourish, the end to a divine...