Gold Miner Joy is my secret and my power Big smiles Yellow auras Easy laughs Traits relegated to the naive Happiness seen as cheap Gold counted strictly a commodity A relic of status in society There are stashes the greedy can’t find I am vastly wealthy From these hunts Without…

When Your Shoes are Trying to Kill You The point that makes or breaks a couple is always the point after the honeymoon phase. Ah, the end of the chemical romance and the beginning of real love. The legends with double digit anniversaries are the ones who let the spark…

Some have nightmares of monsters, or killers, or war. My nightmares are of crows feet or creaking knees or silence. The ticking of time going by reminds me the glow of youth is slowly fading, the energy of today slipping away. How long do I have until no one says…

You were my best imagination. I loved when my thoughts wandered back to you, and I’d walk home to the safe place our story lived in my daydreams. A place with no address, an invisible home tucked away along a lake that happened to be perpetually clean, but perfectly homey…

Whooosh, whoosh, whooosh, whooosh One…two…one…two…one…two… Left pedal, right pedal, left pedal, right pedal My body moves in tune to its made-up-riding-a-bike-song, a three-quarter measure staccato piece, made up by my feet, harmonized by the creaky left wheel in key of G, and accented by the occasional bravado huff of an…