Once Before, Now Again

After hours of picking flowers with bloodied hands, only two roses remained, now resting bedside in a jar full of water. One faded pink, one white, dying in the water. They look nice sitting there, in the water, which holds tight as long as possible. But soon water will become trivial and their beauty willContinue reading “Once Before, Now Again”

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Leka Moso (Until Next Time)

Drunk-drove my new motorcycle and ran over a tombstone while hot-dogging through the abandoned cemetery. The next morning I returned to fix the toppled piece of marble, the word ‘INFANT’ carved deep, only to find an old man sitting in a lawn chair tuning a guitar, surrounded by graves and cornfields, house wren singing, cicadasContinue reading “Leka Moso (Until Next Time)”

Scarecrow

There is nothing left in the empty sound of your footsteps, beating soft against the path that lead us in the direction, the path that has seen thorns, ferns and fox, before the spring and after summer, while traveling itself a thousand times. The spectacle of delusion is high here; with every shadow comes aContinue reading “Scarecrow”

Yes

My brain is exploding iside a luminous cavern, dead keys beside me, there is a night like dayshine that eats at the very feathers of my heart. On such a night like tonight where word does strike sooner where the sounds become nothing until they become sounds that become nothing again. It is nights likeContinue reading “Yes”

Grandmother

At night, wash your face with warm water in the morning, wash your face with cold. No science or reason, just do it and you will feel better. When there is nothing important left to achieve in the day, bake some fresh cookies or maybe crochet another coaster. When you finish one, start another. ConsumeContinue reading “Grandmother”

Dizzy Star Fading

Fat as a lizard I could do this all day, basking on a warm rock, welcoming sun… But at some point I should probably go to the store for more soap and maybe blueberries, some flowers for the window. I have been seeking four leaves in the wrong beds of clover. I am the zebra,Continue reading “Dizzy Star Fading”

Some Memories Don’t Stop

Roasting coffee beans with the flames of my manuscript, I picture her perfect: Almond-shaped honey eyes, polka dotted dress, hair shoulder length and eyes eyes eyes shooting and hips moving so tightly and drinking like a champion, pickle back shots & Yuneglings, playing & winning at bingo – winning already – and soft lips andContinue reading “Some Memories Don’t Stop”