It seems I've lost my way. Words that once flowed so easily fade away. As I stare at a blank sheet for yet another day. Mist takes my reason as it sways. I suppose that's simply another sign of change. I don't know sometimes it feels like I'm deranged. Every line seems to stray. Every thought cycles...

I guess I’ll slip into a monologue Where I describe the whirlpool alphabet As a flat and trodding trail leading you to My soul in tatters. My mind served up a feast. I have recently mapped the emotions Onto the clock face, shoved it there With Homer’s Epics and Luke’s 24 chapters. How I’d love to be...

Silver tails and storms She carved her name in legend and in bone, A buccaneer who claimed the sea her own, Her cutlass sharp, her heart a guarded keep, Until she heard the singing from the deep. No sailor's doom in that celestial sound, But something lost that finally had been found— A voice that...

Title- (Sailormans last call) Salt-crusted lips part for one last breath, The deck beneath me cold as death, But overhead—oh, overhead— The stars burn bright as molten lead. I've watched these lights since I was ten, Through hurricane and blessed calm, They've been my com, clock, and friend, M...