The Ears of My Heart
The night carriedmorethan the full mooncould hold. Living over hours of waterthe relentless criessurged a deeper darkness. The ears of my heartwere piercedtorn ...
Silent Cinema
I.After twenty-fiveslowdeepbreathsa window before mebecomes a screenof a scene of a silent cinema II.a tree in springa craggily oak treea pregnant branchpulls m...
Inside this garden
In the furrows of lifeI weed wordssetting lines to bloom for a new newness It helps to softenold grief....
A White Man Speaks
I write to you as a white man.I write to you as a dare to myself.I write to you in the only way I know.I write as I do not want to disappoint myself.I write to ...
ReD sLiPpErs
Your broom swishesin rhythm with your heart whisking awaythe very last leaf, exhaustingyour red slippers. As holy as the pope they laywhere you left them waitin...
I Didn’t Know
I came to see you sleephour after hour. I found you cuddledin the chair sculpted by your body. The empty bedis no longer botheredby your rejectionit remains the...
Breathing
A leafreaches outfor lifeas itbringslife|tometoYou....
Sun Bleached Pinks
Nestled in the crevices of nicely laid stones life lives, I was stopped & arrested detained, by these sun bleached pinks. These two flowering beauties snugg...
Lonely Lady
"Lonely Lady", by Terrance McLarnan, M.F.T., Psy.D....
Once Again
I must begin my good friendswith an admission:that I must departunder a pseudonymdespite this full heart, as thereis a needto slip outof this dis-easego into th...
Go West Now
Go West Now, by Terrance McLarnan, MFT, PsyD...
A Minnow’s Moment
My dear sweet minnows of all sizes & stripes please gather close. I must let you know it is my time leave our shoreline our homeland to search deeper waters...
My Dear Friend
I am thinking of you just now as I take to the woods to meander among the birch, aspen and maple, their leaves a flurry, in effortless silence. I thought perhap...
Trauma
Trauma by Terrance McLarnan, M.F.T., Psy.D....
Through a Prism of My Own
I come to you from a secret cell home to the mother of muses for comfort & for counsel to find a new pulse, all ‘n all we’ve nev...