Like most love-struck humans, I often fantasize about my ex. The one that got away. The one that should have been kept at arm's length.
You're a perfect mystery. An imperfect masterpiece, missing an important puzzle piece.
Souvenirs of collected years. Dust came and gathered on the cover. A portrait of the road trip, down the same strip of road where our story started. Parallel lines where we parked our feelings. Mind and wheels were strolling. Thoughts and inks were flowing. Past the roads and oceans. Godspeed, my goddess. Time is of … Continue reading Ride
It's time for the harvest. The stoic farmer of heroic stature reaps the treasure of the pasture.
There's no rhyme for this. It's just a delicious fruit that helps the health of the recipient.
More info on my upcoming poetry project.
Here's a couple of drafts that could have potentially been in a poem. I might make this into a series. #1 I'm walking on a canvas. Lines pre-planned, I'm the man you script. #2 Redeemed by the Master craftsman of carpentry. I'm carving out doors from the same floorboards He worked for. #3 To know … Continue reading Excerpts #1