Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
Somehow Dawn I don’t know what to say. Or how. Feeling that I am on the upslope, not close. Not wrong. I want to be that hollowed space in the hackberry’s trunk, the calm of darkened light. And more. Some honey, dripped from the spoon. A house finch, fluttering. I will whittle my losses, […]Somehow Dawn... Continue Reading →
From the outside, a look through my window would show a room deeply darkened to a purpose. A face faintly strobe-lit in glints of grey. There are melodies that I can't hear, and beauty that I can't see. Don't mind the puerile smile. It is there to a purpose, too. *** Image credit: Man Portrait... Continue Reading →
In this day we lay- the world beset with harpies. Oh, Pandora, why? *** Art by John Williams Waterhouse
~Thinking I said something, I fell silent in doubt until a gravelly voice whispered the supposed words into my ear. I turned my head to the side and looked down a Dali funnel, fishing for an anchor to snag this faint, this float.~ *** Image credit to OpenClipart-Vectors | Pixabay
These small merciesought to leaven the days,I know.But the dustbin of me,now,runs on fumesand sees its own dryness.Double-dares the Devilin all of his highness. *** Image credit: pixel2013 | Pixabay
In 1964 my father put the entire family on a plane and we all flew to Washington D.C. It was to be a two week ‘educational’ vacation. I was 13. It was more than educational. It was a trip that framed my outlook on life. The experiences of the entire trip from Washington DC to […]Today... Continue Reading →
Once the eyes were closed,grey clouds were brought to boiling.Insular, all else.
In those daysthere were bedsheet flags,wooden swords,bobby pin rifles.Our breathless legions in shabby Keds.Shoe boxes full of bubblegum cards,fluffy-edged from brick wall flingings.Tennis balls with fluff long gone,and pockets full of marble prizes. And, in tumbling years,I knew a kid who sniffed acetone.He had no Dad, but had a gun.Called his mum a crazy bastard,and... Continue Reading →
I am of the cave Vying for creature comforts A thumb sucking babe
Everything gets thin Faulty ice on which we stand; the shields of the heart.
AreMyFeetOffTheGround 