He planned to go down with his ship. A good Captain always does. He didn’t realize others would go with him. He didn’t realize how fast a ship can sink. He didn’t realize a lot of things. But here he is. Standing outside his bar. His hands in his pockets and eyes towards the sky. […]Read more "O Bartender! My Bartender!"
I am a rapt lover. Wrapped in love. I love all over. I am stagnant in a fugitive moment. Flashing touch. Fleeting and focused. I love all over. Twisted. Tangled. Transfixed on emotion. Every word. Every breath. I am attached and devoted. I love all over. I adore and he desires. I am high and […]Read more "I Love All Over"
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"
Time became an invariably dense object that I could not manipulate. I walked backwards. I thought Time would follow. I forged ahead. Time marched in place and then laughed at my attempt. Time says, “Buy a canvas. Cover it with everything you think I am.” I reply, “Haven’t I already?” Time answers, “no.” I do […]Read more "Time Talks"
“This child can scream,” I think to myself. I can barely stand his shrieks. I wait a few minutes before glaring at his mother. While these seconds pass, thoughts grow within me; I can go places that she cannot go. I can sleep when I am tired or stay up all night if I want […]Read more "This Child Can Scream"
I love. Hard. I love often. I am surprised, though, that I am loved so well by so many. The many that love me do not receive my love in return. I only love the unloveable. I often wonder if these unloved things will be at my funeral. It is love that will kill me […]Read more "I Love Hard"
I moved in two days before Christmas. It was cold and raining; The kind of weather you hope against. I expected worse. It could have been worse, but I hate that phrase. I hate that I think it as much as people say it to me. The movers leave at 3:00p.m. I am sitting on […]Read more "The Weight"
“I accidentally discharged 31,” I hear her say behind a closed curtain, “but she’s not ready to go yet.” I wasn’t ready to go anywhere yet, but here I am. I am wearing paper clothes like a doll. And like a doll, I feel nothing. It is cold in paper clothes, but they give you […]Read more "I am, 31."