Sack of a face. All dragged down by gravity and surrendered muscles. It’s supposed to take more of them to frown than to smile, but nature disagrees. And what’s he … Continue Reading The coldest knight of the year
Never show your face again. At least not the one faux filtered, caked with hiding, faked and chiding, undeciding. Resting bitch I want. A tooth or two showing what might … Continue Reading I don’t understand your face.
Let me crack corn, cozy up to the keys. A fine morning’s coffee turned to 6 o’clock’s wine. A myth to be born that nobody sees Some saltwater toffee, and … Continue Reading amuse
Just beyond piled-up banks of dirty snow, stick trees, made of disease, voice their last testaments, mournful and forlorn. And so we walk, pushing shins and shoes forward, keeping music’s … Continue Reading the weight of the world
There’s a face peeks out from a parka Snow day Crossing street Side glance, sees me, smiles shyly Then Head down, Mukluk trudge I wonder to where, and assign a … Continue Reading I’ve been seen
I’ve seen how the animals trust you. Like a shepherd with her flock. Their spirits are simple and pure, and they know you are gentle, firm, and never nervous. They … Continue Reading From afar.
Be it rolling green, white water falls, carbon jungle, tenement of tin, or house of hallways stolid and immovable, this, your yard of Earth, held a story. Some would keep … Continue Reading Backyard
metaphor simile synonym what is best when the thing wells up inside of you and breath wants to be shallow and heart feels to burst laying down’s no cure just … Continue Reading Please hold
Skull and muscle Searching eye Operate these bones Live in the godly force of spin Walk, to a purpose All held together by might Night is certain Bright day is … Continue Reading time, out of mind
Do you even realize you’re doing it? some say. I say wut? The whistling! The whistling! They are peeved. Somewhere else, I hear I love it! I say pardon? … Continue Reading Whistler’s Brother
A scene of old develops and sharpens. It’s the start of some chapter in a boy’s learning. This memory is of being ten. It has cold misty rains at a … Continue Reading Hero
There’s a place of peace and rest, I think. In daydreams there are hints. But lost they are in just a wink, and leave no fingerprints. My valley is of … Continue Reading Cubbyhole
She had a liking for bones of old for calcified houseplants rooted in dryness for the toothless cat buried beneath the midnight maple Would that their wasted stories could be … Continue Reading Bone yard
what is relax is it Peace how can do is it a leaving is it resignation giving up losing grip is it trusting retiring is it bought and is it … Continue Reading something to cry about
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Hello, I thought I had no nice paper, and then remember this. It, it made a satisfying noise on folding. One imagines that it…
Lord of somethings, How does one who fixes us find a way in? Past facades, careful constructs, ego and id, scar tissue and regret, to bind an ungrown soul?