Stolen Honey In The Cemetery

I couldn’t leave you in peace, lying prone in the graveyard, covered in leaves, silent and alone. Jettisoned plastic flowers made a bridal bouquet. Touching edgy letters in granite and lichen etched marble had me humming tunes from stage musicals. The angels looking down drew the short straw. Posing beatifically all day is a drag. […]

Touché

Did the cold western winds blow me your name a late winter’s chill across my silvered mane? A memory that caresses the faintest fracture line that once limped its orbit around my slender spine, where footsore foreign soldiers hobbled across the fronts of small squares cobbled. Remember when you captured my heart lured with words […]