Posted in Humor, Poetry, Prose, Relationships


Twisting her hair
around her finger
strands falling
upon the beach where I lay
thunderous, the sky grew
darker and threatening
lightning flashed and streaked
her hair, in torrents of colors
while I was taken aback
encased in her moody whims
of yet another hair style
gone bad…..



My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

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