Month: August 2020

What is this? The white heat of grief? I don’t want to turn over a new leaf. I want to suffer; suffering helps me remember…

watching the rim of the stream from the inside reaching the edge of the passing flow cutting through passing the border of the sliding fall…

The joy that others bring into our life is inevitable. Company and people always bring us happiness, if not when they arrive, for sure when…

Where do you and I begin? Whose thoughts and feelings are these? Has my pre-dawn smile rippled in light of yours countries away? Is my…

Another girl or another healing pen? Bukowski, you fucking moron, you wrote drunk things for drunk people profundities abound on deaf ears   anyways, I’m…

Scream scream scream Do you know what its like To involuntarily scream To make your chords itch from pain To turn coarse from emotional stains…

I’ve never understood the sight of all The sexy ass and tits that fall The cherished smile and eyes of all It’s just a circus,…

fearless mother fierce green hair a balancing act on her hip and the tip of a cigarette in her ringless fingers what more must she…

One draft, what line? Scribe write faster, lest you lose another spark have you lost your touch? untouched, calloused coward did it really hurt that…

With ease I appear to appease you when I speak and night after night bleak sunrise throws the dice of my future I fear I’m…

It was not a single event, a reference point way, way back, beginning of time. When the artist stands before a blank canvas, the brushstroke…

The August trees are crowned with the piano music you once had played. The blue silken sky’s imbued with an operatic voice that attended a…

She is the moonlit balcony, she is his Juliet, she is the embodied Word, his golden summer stirred among the river’s trees. She loves him…

Like a woman half-veiled or half-seen, a face’s arc stirring her bedroom blinds, like a love never unfurled fully, never having come to full fruition,…

It was beautiful to awake and look through your eyes, to pour from my narrow home, the coffee mug, and be absorbed in the wider…

A great gift needs for servant a correct attitude: others must imbibe it, others inspired by it, the great gift’s second name nourishment and love…

I support many paths, I support many ways. There are as many ways, as animals, insects, as plants, maybe more. I accommodate the hues, the…