Here again, I have confessed, Not all my fears are laid to rest. Paranoia stalks me, I am depressed, There is no way of knowing what is for the best. Confusion ravages my mind and heart I would explain but I don't know where to start. My secret being I do not reveal, I search … Continue reading Confession: Cassandra Kulay

Words. I stand transfixed by them. Dancing over pages, crisp and white and still with the silence of death, steeped in the revolving joy of life.

The snow is crystalline and beautiful burying everything as it falls, a fairy palace made for dolls.

Just enter my consciousness to find what my aura may confess. Just enter inside my loneliness, Sadness and solitude can refresh, just enter into where prayers are said. I could put up walls to keep you out but I would rather share my fear and doubt. Sometimes I don’t know what to do, just enter … Continue reading Just Enter: Cassandra Kulay

Words stack up like logos showing a secret prisoner pulling at each thought until it drags heavy. Hiding hands across my back so no one sees what I have to give or want to take shielding my desire. Living out of not living but justifying. Wondering why someone once wanted an accounting telling me not … Continue reading Denial: Cassandra Kulay

The corner where she used to wait for the bus running regularly, on it's efficient daily schedule. The unbelieving nature turned upon itself like clockwork because of the unimaginable. Snow covered roof looking out on the white space of incumbent frustration. Should lasting memories portray the sun in the face of waxing nightfall? Cherished hopes … Continue reading Resilience: Cassandra Kulay

It was easy to start out ambitious, to believe all that mattered was fame and wealth, for those blessed enough to observe the cycles turning, gradually as the seasons, into love beyond measure, a religion of narcissism and cult innuendo. Blinded by recognition as a good in itself, the dramatic rivalries played out with operatic … Continue reading Decadent Creatures Wrecked by Mounting Ambition: Cassandra Kulay

Bare and cragged rock faces, a hard sparkle scented like eucalyptus and spearmint. Blue darkening into a green haven for icicles and ornament, needles as soft as carpet, a plush growth of chlorophyll, the foundation of waiting with years turning, in preordained concordance to the seasons. Stopping with the satisfied hum of motor cars, parents … Continue reading Pines: Cassandra Kulay