Moonlit Musing – With Catastrophe, Comes…

Of Blood and Hurricanes

Where’s the limit?
Where’s the line?
Thirty plus years, and
You never found the time.

But now? With catastrophe,
Suddenly, we’re family.
“Blood means something”
Not to me. Continue reading “Moonlit Musing – With Catastrophe, Comes…”

Misplaced Missive #92 – Cold and Sarcastic

Kind and loving heart
Take it, I don’t need this part.
Caring is overrated,
All painful and I hate it.
No use debating it;
I’m better off with a heart less
Reckless than my own. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #92 – Cold and Sarcastic”