An old dawn did speak, in a maker’s voice. Speaking of creation, in an echoed past. That knew us when, when we were not. When…
Leave a CommentAn old dawn did speak, in a maker’s voice. Speaking of creation, in an echoed past. That knew us when, when we were not. When…
Leave a CommentTHIS IS NOT A BIBLICAL STORY, BUT IT IS TRUE…THERE WAS A MAN THAT WENT TO THE TOP OF A HIGH HILL AND WAITED FOR…
1 CommentI used to think I saw life through a cracked lens Until I saw life looking back with a cracked grin A wicked smirk Telling…
3 CommentsDreams upon dreams Layer them Until the beginning And the end Are indiscernible There within Will you briefly know And faintly taste Immortality A corrupting…
1 CommentYou know I’m not like the others, sweet child of the night. You who tastes of sex, there and there and there. As you whisper…
4 CommentsYes, I regret The scornful dissipation Of my salad days When I was strong, Believe me, They didn’t last too long, Believe me, They didn’t…
4 CommentsThere is a warmth to you which dances around the room. I am seduced by your wonderful presence until I let forth all the…
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1 CommentThe lovely landscape of my life So unpredictable, unusual Charismatic, is if brushed by a modern impressionist Combined the rainbow colors in the easel All…
Leave a CommentWhen it’s raining I like to think of him. His memory comes back like the cold wind of a November thunderstorm. The smell of dead…
Leave a CommentAway locked away in soft color down the breezy hall, lit swallowed down in sleep kissed by a frosty thought scratch the itchy leg. Then…
2 CommentsI licked the knife, oh heavens never in my life have I ever licked a knife But that glob of peanut butter clinging to my…
1 CommentChair of Fire My father’s naughehyde recliner was the dusky, sudden pink of pale pigs. Hair-oil halo Scrimshaw headrest He died in bed My brother,…
Leave a CommentMaybe if I hadn’t licked you there and rolled with gentle teeth or pressed the way you like me to. Maybe if you hadn’t parted…
2 CommentsI hate it when everyone acts like everything is fine, they know it’s not, this world is horrible, We ruined it all, we created things…
Leave a CommentSometimes things move when I’m not looking at them. Sometimes I feel like people are spying on me. Often I see and hear…
2 CommentsSparkling dresses Stiff, unyielding dresses Alive with sequins and tulle that pulls itself out of her swollen fingers Jackie Kennedy dresses Rich woman’s baubles But…
1 Commentthird grade with age… a special decay with words that seal the baricade trade; come near…draw from a fear…the writings clear, on top of the…
Leave a CommentHow low has the grace gone in the aftermath of wilted thought the divorce of memory from dream the gutting of reason. How low can…
2 CommentsA thought is not real; it doesn’t always stick around, it can change and you won’t notice. Important thoughts; the ones that shape my…
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