by breathwords | Jul 5, 2020 | Extended Exhalations
our last days of winter were spent inhaling poetry, high on smoke and spice and a whole lot of s o u l, our lungs like hidden chambers filled with a breath of ashes, our hearts like hollow canyons filled with the echoes of prose we took a drag of every line and purged...
by breathwords | May 22, 2020 | Simple Sighs
ingredients: one december moon the burgundy-orange glow of a fiery hearth one tree decorated in lights two hours or more of uninterrupted time together a few gentle endings the promise of beginnings mix thoroughly with a whisper of wishes born under a star on a brumal...
by breathwords | May 11, 2020 | Simple Sighs
winter is coming she slips from the mist, the queen of dark things spilling from a beautifully painted sky she creates art from madness and faith, a masterpiece delicately drawn with ice
by breathwords | Apr 18, 2020 | Bittersweet Breaths, Extended Exhalations
the trees are dressed in winter, abandoned pieces left behind, fine spider lace and skeleton leaves and something heavy hanging in the air quickly comes the night its silent embrace feels too much like your own, leaving me to crave not the warmth, but your bitter...
by breathwords | Feb 11, 2018 | Bittersweet Breaths, Extended Exhalations
you ask me for the time and wanted to know about the weather and all I could think about was the year when winter stripped away the last pieces of us (i’m barely holding on and you barely remember) we were so busy putting out fires that we let our own die out i...