Looking for fiddler crabs to catch a few convict fish for dinner, but it's still too damn cold. They stay cuddled in their warm burrows, waiting patiently for spring like the rest of us. The boat tailed grackle cheers goodnight as the sun sets on the salt marsh.
Head foggy Lungs stuffed up Choking On crusted black crud Crushed By decay The walls are rough Stuck in this rut Whorled prison Mud and muck I need to get up Water, air, sun Something to make Something of Shaking now Cause I can’t trust, love Maybe heartsickness Can be cured by Foxglove But … Continue reading Soiled
I got used to only caring for myself, and I still am trying to figure out how to best do that. I am sorry, to my loving sweetheart. I know you never meant to make our lives together anything other than fun and playful. I get tied up with the ideal life and forget it … Continue reading Selfish habits
Blinded by vibrancy a hot sun on the horizon Is this real? Doubt whispers in my throat Buzzing vibrations in my fingertips and body shaking Sweat and wrinkled forehead I assure my steadfast patience The fibers in my body burn anticipation Weightless as I fall into forever Every sensation sets my being on fire
Blossom Sweet potential Unfurl your petals Release your essence Procure your love Cry pungent aromas Of love and life Be wary of intrusion Be strong in faith Trust the security That is found in love For it is constant It cannot falter If pursued with gratitude. Nor can you deny, Those urges Which encourages Wholesome … Continue reading Magnolia Tree
My missing peace I’d been longing to find where you were in my mind Inconspicuous friend with stories to tell I was eager to listen when you cast, a spell Tides rising with the moon wind gusts had blown stirring leaves and dirt suckling roots are shown I was taken by the … Continue reading Night Fishing
I am no stranger to summer romances Thunderstorms and chirping frog dances Hot and sticky, humid air The sea salt clinging to my hair I lose my shy demeanor and run wild into the night Driving for hours, with no air conditioning, bursting with unrivaled delight You pull me in with sweet curtsies … Continue reading Washed Up