strong arm lack of arm strength into the residual slump of solitude blues resting with snap dragons and dandelions biding time ’til blossoming the big albino child dead in the water since replaced by a dozen normal flesh toned adolescents hiding under the sheets before school hoping to wake up.
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The rocky channel divides the ocean unknown from protected shoreline, the passing boat will move through to open waters that may eventually run through mangroves, miles away, tall rooted above muddy water, home to amphibians and parasites, food for bugs and maybe fish, shitting back into water, water that moves somewhere deeper with the current,Continue reading “Submarine Bulk”
I cannot yet understand the way love builds the way love is the way it hurt to walk ten feet to type this, opposite of the joy with which my folks take photos of themselves smiling, by the lighthouse, at dusk. The way someone forces you to build yourself, the way someone forces you toContinue reading “Sanguine Daydream”
Time Flies When All Of Your Clocks Have Dead Batteries
Had the office set up for two months before I ever sat at the desk, next to the fishtank where algae tarnished the glass and the bookshelf overflowed with old books and dust, and sitting there at the keyboard I did not feel good, wanting to weep at my failures, the passage of time andContinue reading “Time Flies When All Of Your Clocks Have Dead Batteries”
Brought the Bhavagad Gita on a weekend trip to the mountains but didn’t read a page, arguing about bullshit instead. Each night I experienced a lucid dream, one with three dimensional t-rexes reaching across my brothers bunk, one with a shadowed man, silhouetted, tapping on the window glass. During the day the dog swam forContinue reading “Northern Lights”
Working On It
Squeezing the juice from the lime the scent that bleeds is magnificent, when every letter doubles to an illegible pace dripping words into a juice box that produces health in letters: B1, B2, D, AA, B7, Melatonin, dreams left unrendered of stockings and styrophoam planes, floating to freshly cut grass beside a tree line thatContinue reading “Working On It”
Mermaid skeleton in a lawn chair playing the accordion, flower in her hair, bug zapper buzzing above the dirty porch, slow and deliberate dance to the moon, beckoning stars.
Protected: Independence Day
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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”
It’s like riding a bike, they said. Keep doing it and it will come easier, they said. It’s like working out. Stick with the page, they said. Truth is it’s been a couple of weeks. This month only has a couple of days crossed off. So now it’s time to play catch up on whatContinue reading “Maggot Brain”