We Are turned inside out Not by a thread But by the fabric itself The subversion of identity Submersion of self Into a system of pieces That may box us in if reassembled Or attach to our insecurities Before scattering … Continue reading
The toast of the mime is silent, resounding Broken clock ticking for life ever bounding Eulogy, requiem grounding and pounding The binding of eloquence finally confounding Most of the time.
Grey sky met grey concrete like a business meeting of androgynous folk in grey suits, and the trees were perfectly still like they had been caught in a photograph against their will and were now too demoralized to try to … Continue reading
Yonder breaks the news, and you soldier on as War echoes in your denial of pain. I wish you would stop and draw beauty in your eyes, and Be like the flight until the fire stops, and Hold your grace … Continue reading
This ceiling fan spins with such shaky vigor that I can’t help but imagine the dropping of a single blade – dropping out with no reduction in horizontal speed. It would cut a person wide open so that all may … Continue reading
I guess it’s like Christmas morning or the building crescendo of strands of the best music or walking outside into the embrace of a perfect day or maybe like a reunion with the person you love best. That feeling always … Continue reading