Softly falling somber sounds, limber words that run aground in rings of grey, transparent swirls from the depths of consciousness. Faulty voices stumbling off, as the poet, in sneakers, is creeping soft on tender wounds, like patches on a satin dress. Words emerge from shallow breath, called from the depths of secret cells, teetering on … Continue reading The Poet

What is it, the passage of time? A beginning, a journey? We rise slowly. We watch. We are the actors, playing out each scene. There are many. Too many to count or even remember. Does this human animal have no soul, no afterlife to wish for? We are the tense beating of many hearts, like … Continue reading Wait

What miracle made this foundling. Was it love? Was it fate? Was it lust? Was it the bonding of creatures? Like the animals conjugating? Propagating the species To make small versions. Is it love or just the nature of this universe? a force that makes lust devour will. False love to make the seeds flower. … Continue reading The Foundling Love

You cannot recover lost seconds or souls, smashed into splintered bone, reckless, cruel, savage. A smooth stone buried in the muck pretending to be a jewel, alive and wasted beneath trees shattered by wind and bombs. Time, born from nothing, returns into the grasp of weathered breaths, alone and weak, life draining into the Earth, … Continue reading TBD

Sometimes it is okay not to have the answer. Sometimes it is okay to just say ‘I was wrong’. Sometimes it is okay to say ‘I’m sorry’. Sometimes you just have to pay full price, and that’s okay.