he regretted everything,
and my heart still breaks–
because now,
he regrets nothing
Regret
Tag Archives: thoughts
Memory
memory is fluid
Faces in Objects
awake
Reflections
sometimes winter rays on the water reflect
all of what we cannot say
Brittle
let your warmth
drift slowly across my
doorstep and straight into
my brittle heart
i want to be
the dust motes in the afternoon light
a highlighted sentence in a tattered book
the lost button in a warm coat pocket
a reflection cast from cut crystal
the dangling string on a colorful kite
Grocery Lists
What was on my grocery list:
milk
bread
cereal
fruit
butter
vegies
dishwashing liquid
tape
batteries
What I actually bought:
milk
bread
strawberry poptarts
tangerines in a small wooden crate
2 cans of tuna and
a green candle
Autumn
if autumn were a woman,
she’d wear long flowing coats
and have greying amber hair
that would billow loosly out of a worn felt hat
Both
sometimes tears,
sometimes laughter,
and sometimes
both
These Words
oasis
opulant
organza
oak tree
orzo
opium
orchids
orange
spanishwoods 