Natural Hate. We hate - we believe it presents a threat to us or our the way we live our lives; a base and terrible instinct - it drives us to eliminate the threat from our lives. Fear and the reflection of our present and future due to the experiences - real, imagined or taught... Continue Reading →
Liberty... A woman clothed in oxidized sensuality, comfort saying, "Let me soothe your worries" with the cool damp dishrag my mother used when I was young. She leans over, nurse breasts dangled beneath her robe, unbound. With hypnotizing fullness, lips tattooed natural beautiful crimson, caress my cheek, a promise of protection from fear: And there... Continue Reading →
Four legs, function follows form in time, prespective permitting. Stolid and unshaking purpose seen from a distance, floating in defiance of universal law. What would the world taste like if I could just reach through the pain. She can't, couldn't. She was never born.
She smelled the balmy fettered hands of children Homeless, blue collar, blue blood - not much A hint of bloody molar, candy, desperate loneliness; a stripper spearmint reduction over late rent fees. A crypto arranged bitcoin fantasy jubilee. A large stone, carved with a circle empty in the center - chewy caramel glory - beatified.... Continue Reading →
And so he walked, even through the rain and humidity, past the signs warning that the walkway was closed - flash floods. Humid sprinkles and the background roaring of the river, reminded him of relationships. This was the closest he wanted to get, and so he pressed on. Here wasn't the rain forest climes, the... Continue Reading →
Focus. Such an interesting idea, to put away everything else in your life and concentrate on task or situation. Death, rejection, dishonor, madness - all placed in a box (compartmentalization they call it) and forgotten in order to succeed in the moment. Can you do this? Is it sun and moon? Not so opposite when... Continue Reading →
This was a response I wrote to The Things They Carried by Tim O'Brien
Rough fingertips, worn and calloused Touch the air and tell me otherwise They have pulled a trigger And caressed the luminous silk of An infant’s head. The have massaged a heart that stopped beating - To no avail And cracked the fingers of a rival in a whirlpool Of spiral fractures. They have made music... Continue Reading →