A Vivid Memory

Undressed you a million times, In a million different ways, In my mind a vivid memory, I can paint you blindly, I feel like you’re breathing inside of me, My hands keep wandering over my hips, Along the curves of these thighs, Delicious words echo in my mind. As memories of those lives long-passed flow, […]

The Poets Symphony AVAILABLE NOW

Raw Earth Ink proud to present (and super excited about): The Poets Symphony An anthology composed by thirty-one artists and poets. Inside you’ll find poems, lyrics, melodies, photography, paintings, digital art and more all inspired by MUSIC. I couldn’t be happier with this book. It’s gorgeous on the outside but it’s the inside bits that […]

The Awakening

First, the wind gently tugs then whips her hair, wisps slashing across her nose and cheeks. She stubbornly tucks the loose strands behind her ear in vain; she refuses to tie it up. It’s been far too long that she’s been tied up, knotted, wound tight for someone else’s expectations. Tonight, at least, she stands, […]

Acrimony

What more could happen Held there like the wings of flies Between the fingers burned in blood and ink? Where naught was said And less was heard And all those moments Like seconds stretched to minutes And stretched to eons Like the indigo of rainbows What more was there to say? When all that should […]

Devil in the Details

He came upon me one early evening as I lay with my head resting upon the bench, one hand clutched over my breast the other draped across my eyes. My heart was filled, as always, with love and longing. The many lonely nights ebbing and flowing through my wretched being. Long ago there had been […]

The Decay of William Drysdale

I know it’s Thursday when the nurse brings the little paper cup with five pills instead of three. A sip of tepid water and I go back to staring out the window. I can’t abide small talk. Never could. Better to observe my surroundings than spin idle words. My wife understood that, why don’t these […]

Alpha/Omega

Part I time, they say, is both long and short wasted or used or perhaps our master something to fear and hate yet I say time is nothing when viewed through the lens of me and you time has lost its power, its sway, its hold it has not become weak or silent, no instead […]