Gledhow Wing

The wind beats hard on the Gledhow Wing windows. The ring on her swollen fingers tracing the lingering lines of your tears as she smiles. White sheets. White as a ghost. White.
Cherry

NINE THIRTY-FOUR IN THE EVENING

As an experiment, I wrote this directly onto ABCtales, a form of free writing if you will. For the record I love my wife very much, it is my illness that makes me withdraw.

Sweethearts

I was the wasteland. I was your terminal decline... You were entwined with; Me and I was your mine. It is the bitter; bitterest taste that pulls us apart. Where we once

Thanks...thanks for coming out

A truelife poem about Waldo

youre my oxygen

you give me strength feed me energy love me endlessly with me through eternity youre a constant a rock a laugh the one who hold the other half youre smile can light up a room

Lovespoon

If I could show you all the love in me, this is waht you see a wheel for support, a lock for security, I will love only you 7 horshoes for luck, a cross for my faith

Ragnarok

Twilight is upon me. Soon night must fall. The chains shall be broken. The great wolf shall stalk the land once more. The Harbinger. Fenrir will be free. Ragnarok come at last.

time heals?

Time Heals All This they say; Time heals all. Yet wounds there are That Chronos’ salve cannot absolve The immeasurable wonder of love, All too brief moments of joy.
Cherry

Hughie Gringo

Opportunity Knocks

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