The Current Tide

Tired Morose Flat This feels like An aftermath Of the rubble From a space shuttle I was never meant To depart from. Thinking of home I am a Universal vagabond With my heart strapped on; Ripped so many times There is no more lining For stitches, So I wrap it in twine Tie a knot … Continue reading The Current Tide

Pounding Pages

While Adele was chasing pavement, I was chasing memories in the pages of "Cult Child". Now, she accompanies me as I "go over everything" in the "Cult Child" sequel, "Rise of Sila". Pages come in spurts between resting and remaining balanced for another emotional journey into lost innocence, trailer parks, a narcissistic mother, an undefined … Continue reading Pounding Pages

Un-Acknowledged

What does it feel like To be a ghost shunned; A soul un-grieved, Un-missed and unforgiven? In the hovering bowels Of mysticism where the Cynics hang their hats, She waits to be Acknowledged. In these times there Is a satisfaction in this Inter-dimensional reaction; When spirit feels the wishing Just like we did When we … Continue reading Un-Acknowledged

When Writing Out Trauma Is Crippling

A wise person once said, "There are three things you should never share; your relationship, your finances and your next move." It has become a mantra for my life.   Years of being both vulnerable and held back at the wrong times have left me speculating my own judgment.  Being alone is safer, away from the … Continue reading When Writing Out Trauma Is Crippling

Through the Mud

I am crawling Beneath barbed wire. It is rigged With explosives. Shhh. Head down, Close to this ground, Knees deep in, sunk, Through the mud. I am dissociated From the change related To regular life patterns. I feel scattered. Into the caves I Disengage for battle. The end is near. I hear the echoes cackle. … Continue reading Through the Mud

Ghosts Of the Forest

"Ghosts Of the Forest" / acrylic on 11x14 canvas / artist Vennie Kocsis / 2015 While taking a walk in the woods on Monday, light patterns revealed faces and figures in the forest ground. Memories took on a mind of their own tonight as ghosts flowed from my soul. Letting them go with a brush, … Continue reading Ghosts Of the Forest