My grandfather lived in a rustic house near a sloping cool branch with slipery stones and verdant woods I walked slowly toward the treeline where mystery lay and there in the shade of autumn’s bough i see darkness rising close of day. but death, a far closer angel visited then and will and again because…
Month: July 2015
The Belly of the Beast
Everybody ends up in the belly of the beast. There are few exceptions from the greatest to the least. You stumble into quicksand. You’re weary of the world. Lies wreck your reputation. Insults, viciously, are hurled. Addiction lies in dormancy then rears it’s ugly head. Depression sinks in slowly, Like the whispers of the dead….