take a ring in your uncertain fingers
Tag: prose
Sad as a Starless Night
As any, no matter what
these things happen
In my sorrow I’ve been thinking a great deal about those lost to the great beyond, and the gaps they leave in our life.I think there are certain humans and pets that are unique gifts from God. Whether you believe in one God or many, or the Universe or Mother Earth, there are those…
finders weepers
Once it was mine
but so was the losing part
35 in motion
I did some of my best growing the summer I turned 35
faceless stranger
You have been woven through
the machine tines
and fabric
of my life for longer than I have ever known
tethered
by a red string
what’s Life
And all the while
the fear’s in me
Yet I’m too afraid to run.
Morphing of the Savino Mind 