Monthly Archives: February 2011

Of all the heroes and heroines, The ones unsung, Are the ones I like best. Of all the super-heroes’ skins, Quiet humility cloaks the best-dressed. They give the rest of the world a smile, Those “little people” all over the … Continue reading →

This morning dawned with a damp, grey rain. It drew the energy from me and I wanted to crawl, back behind my eyelids. My heavy head sank, a slow-motion slip to the pillow, as the rain’s rhythm tapped the glass … Continue reading →

(( I really like T.S. Eliot’s poem, “The Hollow Men”. It was a piece that stuck with me long after I had read and re-read it many times. In an effort to create something worthy of his ilk, I fashioned … Continue reading →

I see the sadness love doth cause, the bitter fruits it bears. I’ve also seen it sheathe its claws, and seen every mask it wears. It builds us up, or tears us down. It breaks hearts, and mends them, too. … Continue reading →

In certain quiet, deep moments of night’s blue-black, My inner, hidden masochist shows her face. Tip-toeing the thorn-filled memory lane, Searching for my sadist, once again; Who says we can never go back? With each silent, slipped tear of melted … Continue reading →