She’s a train wreck in a black mini dress. I stood on the tracks, watched her approach. There was nothing I could do to stop her.
Browsing CategoryPoetry
Unhappiness
Ok, not the most upbeat subject for a Friday, but one does not pick and choose when these things come.
One more wink
A lone car rumbles down the street the morning yawns you pretend to sleep not ready for the hustle just one more wink
Something new
I’m dog tired tonight. Weekends make you weak. The only thing keeping me awake right now are three pieces of spearmint gum and the promise of watching Walking Dead later tonight. I have some neat…
Freedom is a Mystery
Shameless freedom is a mystery Wasteland studded blasting free adverts What is this really, except easy fantasies)? Normal people trickle down the cracks neoliberal teenagers Rock The Brady Bunch and Unemployed achievers Source document: The…
A Voice
So tonight starts the first in a series of year end parties. I didn’t want to leave this until after the party, lord knows what would come out then.
Conscious Torpor
And just like that the house was quiet again. The source text for this black out poem was an old issue of Philosophy Now magazine.
Attracting Love
This is the last of my sloth days. It’s been fun hanging out with the family and a few friends – eating, drinking, and being merry. For about a week now, I’ve been in chill…
reminisce – 1st draft
She reminisced in my name. Fire, meltdown and the sanity they let lose in a tangled abstract fantasy of post apocalyptic let down. She reminisced in the attic for the wind, the damned, and the…
all the paths i could travel & jane doe
Here’s an excerpt from my poetry collection, A Thousand Bullets Gone Astray: all the paths i could travel All the paths I could travel are pointing me in 360 directions Which path I choose is…
Can we breathe
Already clustered full, my morrowed eyes looked beyond her vintage lips. Can we breathe, once again, marked and boundless, a broken wing, crushed by ignorance. I could have wandered on, lived my life asleep like…
Who is you? – 1st Draft
My friend Julian Stodd has inspired me do what he calls working out loud, which is, in effect, sharing your works in progress. I thought I’d do the same with some of the writing stuff…
beginnings
in the beginning was a feeling of something lost a long time ago in the time between moments, in the space between dark and light it slipped away from me now room by room I…