Phone rings or it doesn’t ring Creditors, banks, “loss recovery” If only they’d help me with this grief Bumper-car belly growing all around me So thick no ...

they danced with abandon on hot summer nights and set fire to their fears to keep warm in the cold and ended each day with a whispered “always” never ...

she is mythical mystical borne of fire and gemstones she exudes energy and breathes life into me and weaves a complete cipher around me i worship her ...

I often desired more with the impatient burning within the chest the shapeless dance of naive shadows being stripped of love and wish in the dusty single ...

listen carefully as i clearly state my business i’m here today to confess my illicit intentions i admit it; my heart’s been compromised my unwavering ...

by Pamela Denchfield Because the child does not have the power to withhold consent, she does not have the power to grant it.--Judith Lewis ...

The midnight coffee beans always remind me of her- the desk lamp the open laptop the half open window, the curtains dance softly in wind. I stare at the ...

My fingers still search that little emptiness on midnight bed where once you slept with your Summer warmth. Now there lies the other part of me. ...

In that orange afternoon I first saw you breathed you at that moment I knew you are the woman after the sleepless nights the scent of you made me love life ...