Exe/orcise

Memories from the Attic

I hold an empty envelope

EVENING’S PERFECT COMPANY

Times Past

Luna

Oh, Luna!

In your splendorous reflection is she.

End of My World

Cobwebs & Brushes

Finely woven fibres
Growing in dark corners
Of the mind
Delicately intricate strands

TREADING WATER

DAMN!

And we met. After a long time.
And we hugged hesitantly. Melting into a warm embrace.
And we drank. Not so much, actually.
And we talked. Quite a bit, actually.
And the hours flew by. As time does.
And we parted. Going our own way.

Damn!

ERASURE