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"
I walk the edge of the crowd watching for cracks in the pavement like a child. And like a child, I stare at the ostentatious drunkery that dances around me. I convince myself that I am within myself and outside of everything else. I tell stories in my head about the people I see and […]Read more "Hope for Love is My River of Slime"
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"
Hey Big Spoon, I want you to know that I would be your Little Spoon. I would kiss your hands, your cheaks and your nose. I would kiss each eye, forevermore. And hey Big Spoon, I know you have things to do. Agendas and plans and places to conquer. Titles and people. Roles and ideas. […]Read more "Hey Big Spoon"
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 surveyed several single male friends that use online dating sites and asked, “What are you tired of seeing on women’s profiles?” The results were alarming. Warning ladies… Men know that you don’t ride horses in real life. They are on to us. They may not know how or where we find the horses to […]Read more "Mobile Dating Part Two"