Ice On The Stairs

Slipping on that slick first step one of three two more to go barely balancing treading on two starting to recover on the drier third Up right and steady, ready to rock Upon hitting bottom or is this the top

Rise and Fall

The long hard gradual awakening remnant of a bruised slumber peels and rends like dry burned skin leaving charred sheets burdened with little tears of yesterday in small pools clinging fast making small salt edged circles on the fading woodwork of old memories

Two Years Smoke Free Today

It’s really hard to truly believe That it’s now two years later And sometimes I still dream of willingly filling my lungs with your sweet blue smoke. In dreams I never gag or cough, Nor do I choke, which is a joke I put you down finally for good Two years ago this very day […]