boil in the pan bubbling over agitated and inflamed a sore wound weeping – all the pressure the build-up awaiting the pop – acid blood coursing through my veins stinging rush chest pain and headaches clenched fists ready to grip him by the collar to swing and meet the jaw that spews sewage indiscriminately –…
Month: September 2021
Morning – A Haiku
morning spent alone rattling distant railroad tracks grey sky and treeline
The Cool of Autumn
the cool of autumn cracks this shell of heat summer splinters scattered shards on whistling wind headlights drawing near on lonesome country roads and all i can imagine is infinite directions photons traipsing cross lingering mist and cornstalk silhouettes following familiar paths arriving at the same place
Piecework Prose 