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”
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”
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”
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”
something crumbly between your skin and other skin, where gravel decided to burrow and your skin was forced to split.
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”
heee hawww heeee hawww i have something you do not it is not a goat it is not a ram a moral code or a secret scam heee hawww heeee hawww i have something you do not you are just a victim to my sacred
the railroad line returns bridges to steel, chapels and tombstones melting easy with morning safe beneath a windmill the dodo eats scrounged berries, quiet, half expecting the lights to cut at any moment, hoping for glycerol to fall wet from the sky purely for utility, sweet, sour plums, liar, liar.
Usually begins with an awkward hug at the counter while I wait to take the order. The girl usually orders a fancy drink with chocolate or caramel or both and the guy usually orders plain coffee but makes up for it by ordering two of the most expensive desserts. Then there is some contrived argumentContinue reading “Date Night At The Coffee Shop”
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”