Remembering ( before lock up )

Feels like I’ve been here so long, so I strain to think back to when things weren’t so wrong. But all I see is my hands cuffed in a sweatbox, so I strive even harder, trying to forget about locks. No! I’m in a cold court cell, and like a scared snail, I retreat aloneContinue reading “Remembering ( before lock up )”

Thoughts in my old mans truck. (Sophie)

We lent my old mans truck, filled that monster up and headed southwest across the border. In wellington wet walks your face shone a smile. With red wine and firelight I know a part of heaven my eyes have seen. Raindrops on the ifor ping, in Swallow falls I am aware love is strong, andContinue reading “Thoughts in my old mans truck. (Sophie)”