Thoughts On The Summer Prior
My stomach twists into knots Boy Scouts would walk away from whenever I catch a glimpse of his face in a crowd. I become bipolar at the mere mention of his…
My stomach twists into knots Boy Scouts would walk away from whenever I catch a glimpse of his face in a crowd. I become bipolar at the mere mention of his…
I want to leave this all behind, drift away through inaction and find myself lost in an endless forest, a labyrinth from which I cannot escape. Solitude fits…
I would punch a hole in the ozone for you, scale the largest mountain known to man, plunge to the very bottom of the Mariana Trench just so you knew that I…
Our feet slapped against uneven cobblestone paved decades ago, your ankles twisting and collapsing as they slipped between the cracks (but you kept running)…
We end up falling asleep on our backs, cheeks pressed against one another, mouths agape. All sighs and heavy breathing, our chests heaving with each sleepy…
I am still uneasy about heading underground into the rat infested tunnels that are home to the winding metal snakes that weave far and wide beneath the city…
Last summer I thought I kissed the doubts right from your chapped lips. I could have sworn I did, but tonight you rolled over in bed to face the wall, curling…
I have both anticipated and dreaded this day, when you finally join me here, in this city that doesn’t stop and help when it knocks you down. Do not forget me…
The gates of Heaven reside at one place, Not hidden in a secret chamber, Or behind a trick door, But this does not mean it is not mysterious. The gates of…
You have these gaps in your teeth when you cannot contain your smile. I think you do not know I notice such trivial things, but I pay attention when it’s the…
I held the bullet to my lips, the metallic, greasy taste making me want to retch. I kissed it softly, loading it into a silver revolver that smiles like a wolf…
The more I think about it, the more I wonder: What would become of our dog if something were to happen to you, whether you change your mind about living…
Power, The only true currency. Word, The only true possession. The being possessing both, Will walk a thin line. For Evil is the brother of Good. Twins…
This blackness is all consuming, bouncing and waving its way across my wall (not even the night light can save me now). I sit in awe as it grows larger…
I feel out of my body yet again, watching myself leave myself, a thin wisp of a ghost trail holding my shape. Only sound and light plunge me back to this body…
Mud streaked about our bodies, caked like dirt upon our faces. Paint splattered, drawn in straight lines across cheeks and arms (markings for warriors before…
Everything. Everything is broken. Rubble and ash laying around in pieces, smoldering. It was my home. Fall with the storm, it whispers, for many have told you…
It took me awhile to realize that turning 40 is entering mid life, entitled to crises, existential, suffocating thoughts about dying, buying expensive cars…
I’ve pulled into the train station, carry-ons still in one piece. A man with a cardboard sign waits for me. ( “Welcome to Elsewhere” )
In the sweat choked heat of mid-July, we journeyed down this road near your house, following each bend and curve. We didn’t always need to fill the silence…