Springtime Flurries

an upward flurry of yellow blooms sail past my second story window carried by the choppy waves of the wind reaching ever-higher, in celebration of warmth, rain and winter's final retreat the gentlest of tornadoes grows larger as the wind whistles joyously out-of-tune tossing up tiny bouquets of sunshine toward the heavens and onto my... Continue Reading →

A Skin-Colored Bandage

A skin-colored bandage covers the rot, the festering past, all the things that you're not. When no one's around, you pull back the cloth and pick at the flesh 'til your mouth starts to froth. Today, we must show up to prove we're the best; there's no room for failure and no time for rest.... Continue Reading →

A Sock, A Tourniquet

I awoke to a twisted ankle minus the explanatory sprain an invisible rubber band still grasping the purple flesh three-quarters of an inch above my ankle "don't wear socks to bed" the doctor had advised but the words fell on deaf ears and chilly toes now resembling those of a blood-drained corpse

A Call From The Clouds

the tin awning pings, repeatedly a call from the clouds: look around you pay attention   the pitter-patter of precipitation striking lightly, then violently a mile-wide percussion band tap dancing on the rooftops   established trees reach upwards twirling gracefully at center stage until their arms grow weary bowing down to the dampened earth  ... Continue Reading →

Sonderlust

thighs branded by diamonds torso tilted forward, ever so slightly chin perched upon chilled palm engaged in a theatrical viewing of homo sapien jest and despair passersby transfixed by amorous affairs strategic advances and endless upward swiping the realization arises slowly as the glowing orb ascends the ass-slapping lovers bespectacled checkmate men and teenagers in search... Continue Reading →

Lessons From The Heart

The heart is a wondrous, mighty thing-- a splintered orb circling its crooked axis, sending off a blitz of encrypted messages. In blimps, codes and point-blank, it won't stop telling us what we need to hear. The heart echos it's directive-- it keeps returning to the same thing. This has been a season of tumultuous... Continue Reading →

Muse

I never wrote poems about love until you stepped into my life. Now, I cannot stop.

Demolition

A hammer is drawn back, drywall crumbles to the ground, revealing pink foam, soaked-- speckled with fuzzy green leisions.   The edges of the wood floor curve upwards, scooping remnants of the living room into their palms. Support beams shiver nervously, stripped naked, surrounded by machinery.   The sofa, couch, and coffee table displaced, tipped... Continue Reading →

Judger Meets Perciever

She sat beneath the branches of a sparsely leaved shade tree, lost in some faraway fictional fantasy, entirely oblivious to my approach. The young woman was making notes upon a slip of paper as she read, and I wondered just what it was that held her so firmly. I never did discover.   Her energy... Continue Reading →

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