The unrelenting rhythm Bades me on Deep into the ravine Beyond the longest rays of autumn sun Into the vast, undulating forest – Beyond the concrete of my feet Soft, downy loam cushions my stride Birds in chorus Chatter and bullshit in their tongue Foreign to my uneducated ears – Neon fades to shadows Dancing …
Hot Damn. I was watching a news report on a 40 year old autistic man in Singapore, and holy shit his parents are good people. They were honest about their struggles, but found good in every situation. They found it positive, saw their boy as beautiful, caring, loving. The father even said it was a …
In palaces Laps of luxury The fester Putrefying while still alive They, the flotsam of humanities waves Cast aside by our communal will Yet Remain they do Spreading their stench in every act Destroying freedom Crushing resistance Thinking they are supreme Assuming victory, forcing the world to bow Instead They are merely marking the minutes …
Her eyes Still, deep pools of brown Awash in warm tears Drops of saline stars – Hidden within the calm reflection A tempest brews Of a thousand laughs Balanced on a scale of hurt – When beheld by such countenance To see myself in such calm lagoons Is to be lost to myself Awash in …
The glint on the water heater Shining in the afternoon sun Reflected at the perfect angle Triangulated by the autumnal afternoon sun – Strange such coincidence happened Nothing planned No architect nor engineer took the rays into account Yet such a sublime alignment exists – Nothing was tried Nothing attempted Some accident was created And …
She took another drag on her cigarette. The soft pack was on the table, crumpled from a night out in her back pocket. She smiled as the smoke coursed through her lungs. She exhaled and grabbed her beer. She seemed to contemplate it for a second, swirling the liquid around the bottle a few times. …
The folders on my computer And the files contained within Stand as a digital testament To all my failures – Projects left half done Some barely off the ground Others within sight of completion Left to wallow in binary purgatory – There they all sit The illogical bound by logic gates The same story Told …
My headphones vibrate a song from my youth. It played on the tinny speakers of my mom’s station wagon as we traveled with the windows down to the public pool on warm summer days, and months later when a late dawn broke on a snow day as we slowly made our way over freshly plowed …