By The Wood

I’ve hear it over a million times before,

“Eyes are the windows to the soul.”

Mine are similar to that of wood,

after lighter fluid has been poured,

before a match would set them on fire. Continue reading “By The Wood”

Sounds of the Seasons

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year:

Silent snowfalls and crackling fires.

Skates gliding against ice, hands rubbing against one another.

The hectic rush of last-minute shopping. Continue reading “Sounds of the Seasons”