There's a stillness here now breaking,glows through the cloud's dark paths,as a hush falls over our homethere are whispers of you in every room,filling the hollows you made in me.I don't know if they're really just in my head,or if the echoes dancing between the wallsare beyond understanding.If what makes and sustains them is the same invisible forcethat draws people together and pulls them apart,like the countless shapes...

So much more lives in me than you'll ever know of,even though you once drew so close to me,whispering that I only know how tolook at the outside of things.But, when we're here as tangled resting skin,you always seem to be just out of reach.My fingertips navigate every fold of your heart and know these curves and valleysdo not belong to a stranger.Maybe that's what hurts the most,that you turn to a dim sky when our eyes me...

Driving through the rolling prairie of Wyoming was boring. The children sat at the table reading books. My wife sat in the other captain's chair, as I drove. Our destination was Devils Tower National Monument. Verdant rolling fields of grass covered this area of our country. The road I drove was two lanes wide and snaked through the countryside. As I drove around one of the many rolling hills, Devil's Tower loomed ahead....

The house was quiet. The children slept, while their mother and I labored in the kitchen. It was Thanksgiving Day and we worked to prepare our dinner. The turkey sat in the sink where cold water ran over it. A big yellow bowl sat on the counter full of stuffing mix, vegetables, melted butter and broth. I stirred it carefully making sure that everything mixed well. We had two cats, one a Russian Blue named Smokey, the othe...

I get so sad in this place,I try to tell you how I feel.Just sleeping and crying in this space,What is the fucking deal?You never deal with things,I ask you things, but then you shout.I feel like I'm hanging off a string,I'm sad and often pout.I'm here until everything calms,This is not even fun.I certainly am plagued with qualms,I often want to leave and run.I just stay and I wait,Seeing what happens; I do care.I'm fille...

'Twas a deep, abiding sadnessIn a chamber locked away,And I took it out to ponderAt the dawning of each day.It became my raison d'etreAs my loss became my pain.Just a secret kept in silence,I would not display the stain.No one knows just what I feltWhen her life rejected me.But I can't allow my griefTo keep sailing this sad sea.Watching frolicking and laughter,Children playing in the sun,Makes me wonder as I wander,Is all...

Chapter Seventeen: Family Legacy Ethan took a sip of the tea Marry had prepared for both of them. It was delicious. “I didn’t know this place had tea.” Ethan said taking another sip from his cup. “It doesn’t.” Marry said. “I must gather the herbs myself from the living world, as long as I don’t take too much at a time no one notices at all.” Ethan took another sip of his tea and waited for Marry to continue. “Right, your...

Whose woods are these? I guess, I’ll never know. His house might be in Portland . . . or Seattle. He wouldn’t care to know That I pedal past his trees And marvel at the way they grow Line after golden line of leaves March toward the paper-mill Over the hill, to become a bill Or a flier that gets thrown away It seems such a disgrace To force chaos from a forest And grow cottonwoods Just for waste.

Where the salmon run And the grizzlys hunt In the rivers, crystal clear Where the grey wolves run Under midnight sun And the winter's always near Where the woods are deep Ancient spirits sleep Caribou and elk still roam Since you're here for me That's the land I see Every time I think of home

My dreams are of true beauty, of eyes that make me drown, the eyes that fill my vision,that made my walls fall down. My dreams are about flyingon the golden wings of love.Your eyes, your heart, your beauty,that's what I'm dreaming of. Don't care about that ocean,don't care 'bout distance too,don't care what holds me herebecause I always dream of you.

Chapter Sixteen: Suspicions Sabrina flinched in fear as the sword came down at her, but instead of cutting her down the blade sliced through her shackles. The rider then pulled back his hood and sheathed his sword. “Thomas!” Sabrina rejoiced. Thomas held out his hand saying, “Hurry now hop on; the both of you. We don’t have much time until they get here.” Sabrina took Thomas,’ hand and he swiftly pulled her up onto the ho...

In the Southern hills We have something better than pills It is called corn whiskey It makes the men very frisky

The walk seemed different today. I lived near these woods almost all my life. I played in the woods. I built many little hovels using branches and undergrowth as cover. Instead of going through neighbor's yards to get to the woods, I walked down the street to the private road that bisected the woods. A local university owned the woods and the road. The university received the woods in an endowment as a place to study and...

Sometimes we are perfect together Other times we are not At times we get each other's jokes Then other times we do not You're like a secret waiting to unfoldYou're an enchanting rose for me to hold Looking into your heart I find Forever I realize just how much it means to me To know that you are mine

Leaning against a rock  overlooking the ocean  Hearing the waves crashing on the rocks below the occasional breeze  blows a salty mist over me  tasting it upon my lips.  As I quietly watch, listen and think  About all that is happening around me.  The children playing  Couples walking along holding hands  Whilst talking and laughing. Then I start thinking about the television news Wondering what causes people  To be so in...