The years wear hard A subtle shaping of winded word and salt tear on the stone artifacts of time and memory. I watch the tired sweep of your crafted hands Even as your eyes pool before me. I watch and…
The shadows lengthen quickly On the last day with my grandmother I want to remember every detail How she likes her tea weak The subtle bite of the Dutch cheese Always found in her Just adequately stocked fridge The quietudes…
The airport is lonely
A place that isn't
Waypoint between
There and gone
Movement held in stasis
As I sit
Waiting to be transported
To different
To new
To a tomorrow
I am not sure
I am ready for
don’t mistake my stillness
for apathy
my #fucks aren’t given
in angry tirades
battering love into submission
no, my fucks are quiet
the soft sigh of ego release
silent night wings
moving me unseen
into the opened eared
open eyed…Read more
What did you expect?
I loom large in your story
because you cast me
as the #villain
so much imagined
power wielded
by the empty-shelled me
you forged in the fires of
your insecurity
your failure.
The days rush me
in a disorienting cadence
frenzied #music
dancing within my mind
incongruent steps
plucked vibrating
in erratic rhythm
from each emotional string
#discordant swells climax
held #feverpitch
while I wait, #anxious
for the sweet release
of resolution…Read more