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"
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"
Time found me on a bridge. He saw my face. He saw my fear… Time asks, “Do you plan to jump?” I look into his eyes. His soul is cloudy. But not the kind of clouds you expect before a storm. No. His storm was over, but the clouds still linger. Gray-blue clouds circling a […]Read more "Time Finds Me"