Poetry

Possessed by JDegg

Bottle full of puppet strings,
dancing lines,
plucking and pulling my arm, ...

Before the angel came it witnessed
two pillows on a bed,
one folded halfways, squished sideways, ruffled ...

Hearth-fire

Among rolling hill-country by gentle shores,
on a hushed winter-tide as twilight descends, ...

...

String Theory


Threads pull taut
within my mind,
to wrinkle the fabric
of memories.
Pain, stretched thin;
a surgeons scalpel-
dissects emotions,
lancing old scars
with new insights.

I bleed out
through fingers,
to pen, to page. ...