In His Boots

In His Boots  The mementos we hold on to, heirlooms we choose not to discard and throw away. All the traditional, routine ways we try to live inside the memory of someone, some one precious,  beloved. To feel them near in the physical awhile longer can seem foolish and nonsensical. It’s ridiculous to think an oversized, outdated, uncomfortable pair of black boots with fleece lining and thick rubber soles hold

To The Orbs by Jacqueline Cioffa

  To The Orbs  Duty, responsibility, obligation and drudge I run around making false promises lying to myself I must end this cycle of debt, hush-hush niceties and learn to live it   This life   Starring me The oddity full of venom and regret Regret for harsh words hurled in the face of others living in the continuum The vortex seasonal cycle of disgust and disappointment Passing judgment upon

Forever Betrothed To The Night

Forever Betrothed To The Night By Jacqueline Cioffa The rotten apple bobs atop the pond scum drowning and dunking under the sweet, brown silence of murky still waters. And me, I understand. In tune with the dark, the death concept softens the breath in an instant. My heart does not skip nor quicken under the harsh white rays of a chilled, September sun. It is calmed and quieted, intoxicated by the still-birth possibility. The