“One Time, Two Time; Three Time, Four..” Time counts his own minutes then stashes them underneath plastic floor boards. He giggles afterthoughts at the irony of keeping such a hideous heart. He knows he’s not the one who beats it. Ribs do that part. He’s merely a vessel for its’ art.Read more "Runic Time"
Time rants and Time rages. Time commits and acquits in stages; all in a dog’s day of Summer. Time’s ideas are static, though his body frantic. His mouth, always in motion. Time gives and Time takes. Time makes love and flakes love; all in a dog’s day. Time wanders in wonder and then falls apart; […]Read more "Time Rants"