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I woke up to the doorcracked open just enough to seethe darkness peering throughwatching my shallow breathswith the curiosity of a child (Hot Stoves a..
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There I stoodin a graveyard tinged with nectarinebreathing carnation hued cloudsas the sky lit up like a watercolor in lovewith a box of matchesI&rsqu..
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I walked to the dock in the amber glow of the setting sun and I couldn’t help but dip my feet in the water feeling it like silk against my soles..
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When I was only a toddlerI walked straight off the deep endof a swimming pool -plunged through fathomswith all my clothes on,unaware of my lungs&rsquo..
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I’m still countingafter 2 glasses of wine and 4 beers and a walk in the darkI’m counting the amount of times my dog’s collar jingles..
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unearthed work in progress from a year ago, publishing anyways. I have no idea what this is about besides, I guess, an interruption by what it's like ..
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I walked out onto the lake today. I don’t know if it was safe or not, but I didn’t really care. I was numb and hollow and I wondered what ..
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I had a dream that I was ‘cured’
but everything felt the same.
“Oh, but darling, you are well, you are cured. By mirac..
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that…
is an affliction -
a lesion seared into my brain -
with which I struggle
wrestle
beat and batter
dissect, stitch up
only to c..
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That fully depends
on which
dream
I would be achieving.
Those dreams,
the ones I thought I wanted?
My life would be different
in the s..
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