Fatigue Claws around the eyes Like smile induce wrinkles Cut by too many peals of laughter Now a chasm of long blinks and yawns The spring sunshine a lullaby Gently suggesting that dawn’s rise be compensated The dream/reality balance restored By drifting into the passing clouds of the mind And letting those heavy lids fall …
The windows were down and the sun was warm in his memory. I could see the smile trying to grow out of the corners of his mouth when I asked him about her. The one that got away he called her, though time had blunted the loss into a fuzzy nostalgia that he kept in …
It’s just a little too much When the chicken is burned And still undercooked The woman is beautiful And somehow pissed Maybe it’s the chicken Perhaps it’s the budding of the flowers Giving her visage a run for its money We’re all fucked in our own little ways Especially the new flowers Who like all …
A bird calls in the rain, I would imagine its feathers are wet. A terrible night to be a bird outside, though I guess it’s a matter of perspective. Maybe it’s better for the bird to be out and about at this hour, in this rain. Maybe its prey are all still, waiting under branches …
“I guess you do have to wonder, I can’t imagine a time that was more crucial, more impactful than those years. I have to wonder who he could have become if not for the war. If that draft notice had gotten lost in the mail, or if he’d been assigned some job other than rifleman.” …
The bouncing melody lulled me into a kind of half sleep. A sort of strange half reality state where my lucidity slipped and I was lost in an all encompassing thought about the difference between wearing and not wearing shoes. I woke up with a start, thinking I heard something outside. I got up from …