Written while watching the Season 2 finale of Orange is the New Black… Fingerprints are nowhere to be found can they prove there was even a crime? The scene is vacant no signs of life What were they doing there anyway? How do ghosts get by without being noticed? (I don’t believe all that crap [...]
Tag: winds
In that last moment before letting go (a poem)
One of the several poems I found coming to me just as I was getting ready to go to sleep for the night. (The title is provisional, since nothing better immediately came to mind…) The universe is off-center I’m just outside the eye of the storm where the winds whip me around in an ever-widening [...]
