if I could kiss my memories and toss them to the wind as crumbled leaves, my outstretched limbs would yearn so desperately as to sprout new memories as spring. the desperate red, the shameful purple, the quivering orange cling to me against the cold. this autumn coat of my life—not always beautiful but nonetheless…
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chimera
broken and stitched from many separate, now dead, pieces. the grotesquery you’ve made of me. we often imagine much worse than reality. yet not in this instance. the stiches rub raw and red and infected yet hold. oozing between branches, sunlight mottles the damp soil and leaves. where we lie. we talk of movies….
at this point
my regrets pierce the heavens like stars my dreams litter the landscape, sparkling shattered glass in the beating sun. each day the vultures of hope peck my bleached bones clean — at this point, life has failed expectation. yet for the gift of fire I would burn…
At Home in the Garden of Good and Evil
Partake of the fruit, my friend. The rewards are ours to reap; we have planted the seeds. Let the sweetness linger on your tongue, catch in your throat the rewards are ours to reap. Bent like daffodils, children in war torn starvation. Shining like sunbeams, mothers in radiant aggravation. Pouring like a fountain,…
Shadow boxing
our shadow boxing was a fight neither of us could win, a love neither could endure, a choreography neither could master when night falls fast, shadows meld with darkness and no one’s left to battle
the cemetery gates
The echo of loss rings from beyond the cemetery gates as I pass by in wonder of lives and loves lost, always too soon, no matter the age. Weeping willows, winding streams, rolling hills, and monuments etched from stone stand sentinel beyond the cemetery gates where the specter of grief walks the rows alone, in…
Starfish
I love you like a starfish. When you break a piece off, I will grow another.
Willow II
A clearing surrounded by a stand of trees. Short grass glade save the centered solitary willow. Crowned head draped in majestic arraignment. A reflection of the humbleness of prayer before benediction. And the solitude of guilt. Not twisted dogwood for a sacrifice. Not oak strong to stand alone. Stretching toward…
The great deluge
a silver cloud on the horizon, a storm of epic estimation, the prophesied harbinger of change will bring rain to fall for forty days, rising over the disbelievers, they will be towed under by their chains. a mass of water will plummet down this way washing out the idle foundation farms, houses, people─gone they cannot…
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Life moves as a cat scratching its back on a doorway: over time its mark is revealed. Moments adding up, encapsulated in minds, on photos, diaries, colorings and drawings, stuffed animals and cast clothing. Ordinary days are a precocious bouquet: schooling, working, eating, fighting, playing, writing, crying, reading, bitching, praying, learning, begging, embracing, watching TV…
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