There are things I want to write about that don’t have words… so I write about tomatoes and the flowers. I rest my arm across him, finding… Read more “The things that don’t have words”
Concrete reminds of me of the parts of me that are cold, dead, covered. In it’s towers, in it’s flat fields. Concrete gardens slapped on the face… Read more “Concrete gardens”
Questions fill my time but I’ve got space to fill, I’ve heard they’re both the same, can’t tell my heart that I wanted all the money so… Read more “You’ve got the house on the hill”
Faith belongs to the living. One day we all die. Bodies become a burden, we leave them behind. We choose not to be limited.
You called me a bully… excuse me sir, you are not being bullied, this is what it feels like to be challenged.
Maybe everything really is black with just some faces shining through and this and that. . . . . . . . I read this short poem… Read more “On the tip of the tongue of a dream”
I’m trying to feel comfortable in the spaces… the times where I’m not really doing anything. My energy is quiet. I don’t feel as if I should… Read more “Full Disclosure”
Up all night and he slept all day He’s a hard working man and he’d work to his grave Lord knows they’ve got ’em digging it For… Read more “Working Man”
Considering how long it must have taken for the one of them to embrace the other, for the one to choose to fall into those strong pine… Read more “Some things considered”