The Middle of Everywhere
Down the curving corridor, Where the brass weathered knob shines by lamplight, Sits the Art Room, with its canvases and lore. And from the imagination’s edge, it beckons with an invite. The shadows of the…
The Lamp by the Curtain
I had forgotten the time of year— Where the air grows colder, And the month bleeds fear. Only to be subtly reminded by the floorboard’s beholder: The lamp by the curtain Shined bright against the…
The Divide Across the House
Ambition is a portrait on the walls of morality, It hangs over the halls of pride and discontent. A room adorned by a hollow reality, And among the treasures collected, tears lament Of a position…
Late at Night
Oh, the things that happen, When the Sun isn’t looking; Whispers down the corridor, With phone calls from Wyoming, Animal tracks on the lawn, And doorbells with midnight snacks. Lamplight flickers and Street Stalkers Are…
The Storm After Midnight
Atop the hill on the darkened doorstep, The walls shutter as the thunder rolls. A sorrow less storm crept, Two past Midnight’s tolls. And through the glass, the insomnious flashes, Congregate within the valley. Grumbling…
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