What’s pulled us so far from shore Tethered no more to the drumbeat of the soul Senseless we fish further afield Stymied by the junk of jetsam From others who’ve … Continue Reading Homeless
Pain spreads into virgin veins and newly thought-of branches. An insistent fist, twisted and knuckle-pressed into the backs of us. We have looked, dry-eyed, into the dark drear, contriving a … Continue Reading Madmen
Do you miss Do you want Something lost Are you here to look without telling? It’s one in a million, I sadly say. But, star-crossed as we might be, the … Continue Reading Something’s missing
There’s no one to adore it. Too hard-shelled and prickly, I guess. Transgressions bought and paid for. Still, there are soft surfaces of want. In the shower, (hotter, hotter), there’s … Continue Reading That’s the spirit
The house she built is nested inside the one they bought together. It’s been long in its building, with slow accretions wrung from unshed tears. A desperation. A resignation. It … Continue Reading The house that Jill built
Third or fourth wind, I think. Pissed at the life sedimentary. A change is as good as a rest. Round and round the mulberry bush. Hah. And I see that … Continue Reading Winded
Lest I should do it wrongly, help me. Get a seed, clean and viable. In its fleshy pith, the veins of memory. Show me what should be the depth, the … Continue Reading The tree
Tired from rolling tires uphill, but still… Stunned by heart thump, I’m sat flat, in the open garage, on a summer chair, watching chimney breaths bellow and subside. I’m thinking … Continue Reading Houses of the holy
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
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
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
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?