The light pouring past the front window shines along the hall through the doorway in a manner which suggests whatever’s on the other side is much larger and taller than I know it to be. Seasons change and people come into their own and I’m looking for what I deserve Read more…
Inspired by the fall of the Berlin Wall. ⸻ When I was a child I lived at the edge of the world. Two chain fences and a wall much higher, A paper airplane trapped in barbed wire; When I was in grade school, I decided the world is small So Read more…
Sometimes the road just stops It does not turn or bend or intersect But breaks Hard as the wrecks for which every road is named I get out of the car to howl Seeing how it ends At the spot where it should continue on There’s nothing left Yet somehow, Read more…
Zeal through a pull entices me. Commands. The sun pales as but a star in the sky Subject to the luster that now encompasses; Jerks my visual rein. A moth flies into a flame enacting his Dopaminergic conclusion. Am I to be complacent in sweet embrace, to feel though never Read more…
The last of the warm days are a paper bag brown, tinged with the greens of grass stains, and the reds that run out of your scraped knees. They bleed together like a girlhood pact, blur like the view on a train headed anywhere but here. They intertwine, collect, pool Read more…
Anticipation, I beg Revel in resplendence and mercy. For a fuzz runs through my veins; Stops my heart. My ears strain and struggle to find clarity In the jubilant dialogue of the Earth The rustle of ochre leaves The wind’s soft whisper My ability to decipher is reduced. I know Read more…
cicadas singing outside the window that we opened for cold air, opposing warm breath shared like shower water and sweet promises.
6 a.m., got the a-larm ringing Music in my bones Fog’s outside, but I can’t see it Through the blinds Stumble up for bread and coffee, Trying not to falter There’s a day ahead, whose name I don’t yet know Move about with hazy eyes To brush my teeth and Read more…
In this world, We walk on the roof of hell, Gazing at flowers. — Kobayashi Issa We understood this world as a fistful of honeysuckles taken from the fence on the south end of the playground. They told us not to drink the nectar. They told us not to climb Read more…