The only sin of the last duchess was that she enjoyed life a bit too much. She looked upon everything with favor, and Duke of Ferrara did not take kindly to that. He wanted her eyes to …
Tag: death
The Stars are Like Dust
The stars are like dust Scattered behind clouds In a raging wind A violent storm Like the brittle branch I have broken at the thin point But still I cling Still I hang I have a bell …
On Grief
I was on the way out the door when my dad called to tell me that my mom had died. It was a warm spring day, and dust motes danced in the sunbeam in front of me …
Play of Light
Sweat beaded and dripped It accumulated Behind her ears Glued loose tendrils of toffee hair Against the nape of her neck Gave her a shiny, salty mustache Light twirled Illuminated half of those sullen features Phantom-like Before …
The Sublime
There is beauty in terror. Sometimes it is ripe with an intensity that can’t help but capture our hearts. The old oak that twists and points its gnarled fingers toward the sky is a reminder, perhaps, of …
Tibetan Lemonade 