His crooked smile said it best, but the words he spoke said it all, “I just glanced in the mirror. Things aren’t going so good… I’m looking California and feeling Minnesota.” Then he lit up a cigarette, taking a drag like there was no tomorrow. I couldn’t help but admire the way he held it… Continue reading Saint Stephen
Like Christmas lights in a box all tangled so are my thoughts feelings memories If only I could untangle them like the lights and replace the burned out ones with shiny new ones Maybe I could be a better me untangled
Sometimes I write a hundred stories at once Words rush out so quickly I can’t catch them all Like birds from a tree disturbed They fly out in all directions, uncatchable Sometimes I sit silent No words in my mind Nor on my lips My mind as blank as your gaze Sometimes It is all… Continue reading Sometimes
Belinda Unedited 