A MERMAID ALL ALONG

When I first started blogging it was therapy. It was meant to be a way for me to sit with my brain and listen to what it had to say. And then I was supposed to summarize what it was telling me in as few words as possible. Some people started calling it poetry. I…

HIS ABSENCE

Rain fell from a black sky But the sand beneath her Drank it from existence And she stood waiting As the rain fell on her Face, neck, arms, breasts Accumulating As if she was made of wax Her body was exposed Naked And spotted with age Her hair was long The color of tarnished nickel…