we never speak and i like it that way we can read each other between the lines the subtext of body language hanging on every word left unspoken – so many people say so much and so little at the same time filling the space between with vapid small talk insipid ideas leaching our intellect…
Month: September 2019
Life on the Low Road
old man spoke with tears in his eyes telling tales of better days about seasons which bled into each other like paint how colors seemed to fade a little each passing year – he remembered his childhood home how he left it went to new york one eve on a departing train refusing to look…
Light the Way
she held a candle in her hand at night because it was the only light she had and she watched it whip and flicker behind the door she kept locked and wouldn’t answer even when they knocked she’d sit staring at that candle holding it close til it almost burned her face whispering incandescence –…
Off the Beaten Path
i’m writing poetry through jaded eyes sitting on the floor staring at a dimmed down screen on a broken down computer that reminds me of one of those as-is cars you find in a lot – i’m propped against the wall naked ass digging into the beige shag carpeting in a town that belongs to…
Making Way for the Light
you have been told you are wonderful and special and you chose to believe the lie – we are all the same – you can never understand until you experience – i live in shadows because darkness makes way for light – Staring at the sun makes you blind
Drowning in Puddles
friend speaks fails to listen – tells me i should look on the bright side – peering down from a high rise obscured by the sun – words soft as his sensibilities unscathed unmarred unscarred – shudders at the the shallow burs barely digging at his heels – they nag occasionally but his feet don’t…
Piecework Prose 