26: Fluids ***GRAPHIC***
On the tilted table I lie. Sore arm injected with serum. Paralysis abides. In the dim, I see tools hanging, dangling, clanking in the vacuumed wind of a swiftly opened … Continue Reading 26: Fluids ***GRAPHIC***
a clean break
this bitter end more than I can chew I shrug on a windbreaker kick shoes out of the damn way dramatic exit vexed by that fucking screen door I didn’t … Continue Reading a clean break
No country for young men
Who knew that it would hurt so much? That mornings would sometimes feel like death, its great hand pressing upon his chest? That giving up would feel like a warm … Continue Reading No country for young men
To My Best Friend, On The Day of Her Death
Originally posted on Nicole Lyons :
I wore daggers on my knuckles and hate in my hair, and my heart was dark and full of venom and teeth that gnashed on…
What did you expect?
The arborite of tabletop is smooth and cool and even. Reach now for the shining phone. Feel its warm monolith, tented over in your pocket. For extra reassurance, stroke the … Continue Reading What did you expect?
The bones remember
A little boy of three who misplaced his mother. And, as he grew, a bird of shadow brought to him a terrible knowing. Aloneness and fear. How to bear? How … Continue Reading The bones remember
Is it okay?
Is it okay if we just sit by the TV until you find sleep (you’re always first) Is it okay that I lie in bed ’til lunch that I stack … Continue Reading Is it okay?
People Watching
Originally posted on Writing and Reflections:
I am a thief I steal your words as they fall from your mouth I watch as you shrug off your ill-fitting garment and…
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Originally posted on elleguyence:
There is only the ocean; waves, tide, surf are simply parts of the whole. I used to build sandcastles close enough to seashore that they’d wash…
A primal encounter
Man of Woman. Woman of Man. Child of the First. Another, of the mirror, spies them through reed curtain by rocky slope. Skulks, indecisive, for a time. The first he … Continue Reading A primal encounter
Disobedience
My body doesn’t understand my brain, or do I have this backward? Calcified circuits, perhaps. Worn out paths. Easy to go off the rails. When eating, I bite the inside … Continue Reading Disobedience
Groundhogs are not trustworthy
slant of sunrays sky of scattered blue begins the melt boils down to shallow snow leaves little lakes of slate happy hour for fallow fields a drink a taste of … Continue Reading Groundhogs are not trustworthy
Sweeping changes
at fifteen, I think, friend said “I hear you got a job” “whaddya do?” “I sweep”, I said, and Buddy laughed his donkey laugh. I felt a little small. “You’ll … Continue Reading Sweeping changes
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with a hot and white knife, poke the pillow of night stab upwards, eviscerate out will tumble the building blocks of day
There was once
Old Maggie. You lived here, and to this day it stands, guarded by posterity. A testament, at least, to the spring steel backbones of your times. Not a curve to … Continue Reading There was once
The gathering
In the late fall morning of frost and fog, they came. Many without even their coats. Little ones in borrowed rubber boots. Women still in nightclothes. None could put to … Continue Reading The gathering
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