I have to write. I stare at this blank page and it stares back taunts me. It feeds off me like a leech it feast on my fears for breakfast and sips my anxiety like tea. Never satisfied until I write. So here I sit Staring through this open window waiting for the magic. From… Continue reading Magic
social life of a human
fit to fit in is a privilege
not meant for everyone
chasing a dream a dream I had once a dream of something normal. The old normal. A culdesac barbecue block party with a domestic drink and a domestic life. This is different. The smell of a culdesac turns me vegan.
the day before yesterday
Planning for the future with a hammer and a couple nails. It's a joke I know but it's the truth. The nails are a bit rusted felt like I should mention that. Bent too. Head to Home Depot to have your card rejected but find a two by four on the way home. Buddy… Continue reading the day before yesterday
Faith
The black panther lives in the rainforest. This is the home of Faith. The promising work of a florist. Home forever even as a wraith. Enchanting the world with sunny kisses. Always with you like a reprise. True nature's cheery missus. In spring time, love is carried on the breeze. Her beauty undeniable by… Continue reading Faith
fixative
i only shot photos in black & white color escapes my canvas; stellar collapsed bridges leading to sinking cites hills brushed by a gray breeze & dying trees. until- a night at the Exchange monochrome strobe smoke & rays then you; silky cardinal dress, polished amber hair, eyes sleepy royal, brighter than the moon. now… Continue reading fixative
ebb
he watched the sunset; waves crashed against the unaware pier clouds parted around the waning crescent drowned sand reached for his pockets like a mugger. he watched the sunrise; the waves carried him out- seagulls called to the morning fishermen salt and litter crawled around his ears waves crashed against the unaware pier
open balcony
open balcony
open (h)ands
they try to divide us. humiliate us- they aim at our hearts with fear, with force. - they need us to fire back to justify their rifles but our hands stay open.
(o)bake
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cracks in (O)lympus
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(A) note on the jar
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(w)orry
you laid awake listening through the creaked window. serenated by bellows of our regular alley cat. sirens grow more and more distant. wearily focused on a blank screen waiting.
(r)aw
first lover- taught at the tips of her claws bloodied- vanished into the hush of the night- forgotten, bruised, Raw. - than you, a foreman, building our home- slowly homely hands warmed my soul- yet the scars bled too deep. inevitably, leaving us, Raw. - now, chief surgeon's table- my chest pried wide- gaped wide… Continue reading (r)aw
march 28th 2022
it was the night before; the one you left in your rear view driving 210 down main but never went that fast for her. memories are a crazy thing one day they're dreams the next, nightmare dread the night. it was the week before; like it was yesterday tail lights chasing fleeing from a fear:… Continue reading march 28th 2022
Saint's Muse 