Authorz: Leadaches

Night is eternal birth. She wraps me in a swaddling of ebony, spins me a mobile of stars above, and adds a moon for a…

The restless waters call me to join them in the dead of night, spreading like an aqua blanket to cover me. My tranquil-lizer if I…

Sunbath Of Cleansing When shadows invade my soul my eye shades drawn shut, within the house of dank despair, I enter God’s balmy, bright sauna…

I remember once when I found a bottle on a beach, with a miasma of gooey unidentifiable matter in it. It was under an old…

Old bum lying face up in the bitter frost, mouth agape, where icicles of drool hang heavy. Eyes frozen shut, passed out in an alleyway,…

I remember the bright melodies of it’s chimes as kids hollered “Hey, mom got some nickels or dimes!” while that white knight on wheels, decal…

I stand in a huddle of earthbound angels, shoulder blades bare, wings ripped away, when flights of love fell short into the brambles of regret.…

There is something intriguing about an iceberg in the summer time, with a short length of lumber driven completely through it. Floating in mid-air, above…

Where did they go those Summers of love, all the peaceful, hippie children who frequented Haight Ashbury, hoping to bury the ashes of hate? Those…

Man-kind is anything but… Man-power is desired thus toddlers become slaves in far off countries, working long hours for little restitution. Man-ipulators get us into…

In the wee hours that psychopaths, drunks and insomniacs frequent, I sit here quite sober, wide awake and killing only time. No longer consumed by…

Settle baby you are not the sun, although I would love to rise with you daily, and grace my nights with your descending warmth. You…

I watched a tiny bug sailing on a bright orange leaf, down a slow, but turbulent stream, clinging wingless at the mercy of a deep…

One enters into a combat zone, whether eagerly, by direct order , or just on a whim, wrapped in the snugness of a huge armed…

Prestidigitation. Ten fingers tap out a pattern that just might appear to bring some possible answers to my long dry well of inspirations. ~ My…

It is a poetic night, moonlight accentuates the gray mists that hang chest high in this miniscule corner of the universe. Walking through earthbound clouds…

Winter hangs with an icy grip on the crisp edges of November, waiting to drop in with the howling shrieks of the north winds fury.…

I need a refill, Like a dried up ball point pen, scratching only indentations on notepads, anorexic-ally thin of ink or thin-ks. My muse, the…

Hurtling along doing seventy-five finding some distance from her cruel goodbye’s, cell phone lies silently screaming no hope seat belt left unlocked, I’m bound by…

One More Dance Just Before October. If one could form a rhythm from the crackling of the leaves, then catch the whistling noises of the…