I carry my Rubik’s cube everywhere I go. I like the way it feels between my fingers. Smooth. I like the ‘stop and click’ it makes when I twist it. One, two, four, five…twist ‘click’ twist…One, two, four, five…twist ‘click’ twist. [Repeat, repeat]. Sometimes I feel naked, absent, without it. Though I’ve never bothered to actually solve it. […]Read more "Rubik’s Cube"
The world moves in rhythmic Time. Everything has a pulse, a tempo, a beat. Like a heart. Your heart. I found mine skipping along side it with my hand in yours. I felt it in your fingertips. I heard it upon your chest. I crawled inside. I danced with you. Though I was out […]Read more "Rhythmic Time"
I write romantic things for privileged women who call themselves girls much passed their girlhood. They read with me. They stare at the make-up on their faces. We are made up and lined. Every day, new lines. Crooked lines. Curved lines. Lines lines lines. I pray to whatever god I believe in that day for […]Read more "Romance Novelist"
“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"
It was some time. Not the best. Not the worst. Just Time. And though there were times I knew I brought out the worst in Time, Time was, as Time is; incredulous, omnipresent and overwhelmingly ostentatious. I despised Time. Yet I had no knowledge or reason or clarity of what Time felt of me. I […]Read more "Tick Tock"
Time swiftly navigated the cold tile floor of the room they called mine and positioned himself at the side of the bed that was assigned to me. He adjusted his oval reading glasses and from his hip revealed a pen. With a click of the hammer, Time readied his instrument and prepared for notetaking on […]Read more "Time’s Iris"
I sign another line. This time, I do not think about the hoops and swirls and dots. I don’t stop to break a stroke. My hand is stable and my eyes are dry. I flip the paper. I sign another line… …It was a long time ago. When I was young, younger than you are […]Read more "I am Christmas Morning"
There were two men. One was a good man who acted in malicious ways. The other was a bad man who wore the mask of a good one. I loved them both. I was deceived by both. One tricked me with a lie. The other made me out for a fool. Both were absorbed with […]Read more "The Big Win"
I went back in time to the house I built, and the house he built. He said we built it together. I knew we built it separately. I went back in time to find reason and validity. I searched for slugs in the cracks of it’s foundation. I found nothing but salt in these wounds, […]Read more "Three Ghosts"