Now I've been beaten, broken and shattered. Tattered these clothes off my limbs. Broke my neck on the fall down from abyss to more abyss. But these things have a way of changing don't they? Like looking through a kaleidoscope just less colorful and more gray. These words have a way of repeating themselves. It's like I snatch them … Continue reading Trust


Photo taken by Laura Makabresku  Where do I begin and where did you end? I've been thinking that the way I handled our love was all wrong. And I'm not the man I thought I was. Maybe I am now, but not then. I would like to say that Cupid had armor-piercing arrows to get … Continue reading Kept


As our feet fumble to find their footing, we get out of bed today. Not hopping, not skipping, not jumping to make that morning coffee. We check to see if the sun still rose, like everyone on social media said it would. It did. Much to our dismay. The dark days sometime seem more comforting … Continue reading Gravity