Am I a spinner of thread to weave a cloth of words?Are my words truths to share, or just my lies?Is the cloth so made an invisible cover?If my truths are lies, then what is their worth? Am I a fisherman dangling worms of words?Are my words of any use to those who read?Will my words catch that which I seek? If my words are useless why should I write? Am I some vampire fed by my word readers?Are my words building blocks?Wil...
It is burning brightUnderneath the canopy. Leaves hide it from sight. Drifting in her thoughtsThe searcher seeks the lost dream.Misfortunate find. There is the delightTwinkling to beckon her near.Trusting the unknown. It happens once moreShe accepts the offered light.Her cheeks glow with hope. Brightness can be darkComing from an evil soul.Consumption begins. How often they ripThe pride from her seeking heart.It happens a...
I loved that old house. When I became the project co-chairman I was given a set of keys and placed to the alarm call list because I live closer than anyone else. I would open it during the Summer to air it out, and I learned to navigate the interior in near pitch dark conditions.Despite the fact that others have seen images of a little girl that he daughter of the former owner and her dog at various places and times aroun...
