Comes a reckoning, he thought.
You drain me of everything inside.
Then fill me before walking away.
Saying nothing, softly she smiles.
~Mark Schutter ©2016
~Mark Schutter ©2016
Late in the night the only light, shines from the forsaken Christmas tree. Each forgotten little sparkling white…
An uncomfortable familiarity, hangs heavy above.  Swirling mysteries rise, trapped forever between.          Memories; of what used to…
There is still time to order your own copy and one or two or three… as a gift…
covered by a gray sky sitting side by side words left unspoken thoughts left unsaid love is unconsummated…
She so easily goes about; melting hearts, with soft blue eyes that will pierce straight into your soul….