Dimples; The Marks Of The Fairies

    Dimples; the marks of the fairies Their love touched upon the very faces Chosen to endure above the others Dimmed, but remaining vague traces Magic’s residue upon your life Nature knowing what is true Selected to be special Out of all the woods, they settled upon you

I Have A Secret

I have a secret Scribbling in the margins The poetry of opera halls Burning drinks of gargled sin A letter to the editor Words chosen for us tonight The opinions of a fool With only a pretty girl left to recite

Those Words Come To Me In Those Coffee Dreams

  Those words come to me in those coffee dreams A spontaneous marvel of literary delight There’s a difference between manufactured beauty & a real beauty, founded by nature’s authentic right But I can’t explain the nuances with the definition I’m not one to judge such subjective whims Focusing on my own qualms & danglingContinue reading “Those Words Come To Me In Those Coffee Dreams”