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Tag: National Poetry Month

Darkest Hour

Night seems Eternal. Waiting no Longer. Taking new Paths. Seeing the light. Comfort and Joy.


An expected moment reaching its zenith of time. Darkness accepts the extended invitation. A cosmic presence finding delight in the midst of mortals. The stone becoming unhinged.

Sifting Time

Dust of Earth… Body of clay… Breath of life… End of days. —– Seconds of anticipating; Everything slows down. Foggy thoughts dissipating; Watching the effects of time.


The light burns quickly along the wick; the opening is barricaded from the weight of mistakes. Nothing left but whiskey mixed with the late afternoon; an earthquake is ignored.  The […]