Happy days happen so quickly and keep on coming; Repeating one by one and then another. Life was more simple when I had them numbered.Read more "Happy Days"
I am stagnant. My pen hovers over paper for an eternity of minutes, before I decide to write this poorly written sentence. I am stuck. I am stuck in mind, in-paper, in-making, in-thought, In-Life. It’s nonsense. I’m nonsense. Everything is a bullet to me and I dodge bullets. I should let them hit me, or pass me […]Read more "Explode"
Life is a series of stones, I’ve come to believe. Some solid. Some cracked to the bone. Some hidden. Some known. One step, two step, red step, blue step. Blind step, new step. “I’m afraid,” I say, “you step.” His response, “I step. You step.”Read more "Stepping Stones"
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"
“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"