Gransom Hayes Suspense Author

Crime Genre Mashup and Supernatural Thriller Novelist


Poem: Tendrils of Time

The tendrils of time flowed across the stage,

Movements expressed by muscle and tendon,

Feet firmly planted.

Hands shaky.

As if they couldn’t hold much longer.

A slight bit of sadness seeped out from the edges,

As if to say home couldn’t hold much longer.