I have reluctantly come to the conclusion in the past few years that my education and experience will do nothing for me because I don’t “know a guy”. Going off of sheer ability isn’t as common these days, not in such an intensely focused consumer driven product obsessed culture, where quality is surpassed by accessibility… Continue reading bite marks
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All Natural
sticky little sugar crystals, stuck to my lip and my fingertips sticking grit sweet between top and bottom teeth, hiding the bitter taste of my lonely morning breath, grimey all unto itself. granules of sugar gritty and loud much better than the quiet of not kissing you good morning
Seasons
I bear witness to water for wading, Because in this day and age we can only afford famine or flood. And this water falls intending entendres engorging riverbeds And flowing with the freedom of that which moves with volatility. Water walks with ego rightfully, Having fed life into all of me And nurtured length in… Continue reading Seasons
Profanity
I rolled your joints all summer, licked the sugary glue and sealed in your Sleepy eyes and slow kisses. In the loosely knotted bindings that held together my ideas then About spared air and portraits of sea creatures, I sealed summer hopefully for good. I used the humid afternoons spent Rolling the tumbled words plucked… Continue reading Profanity
On gardening with ______
there were dandelions in the yard early this year,opening up short, close to the ground. bright yellow faces having barely burst from the dirt, they were eager to see you off in the morning. the dandelions last summer, they grew to be tall and strongforgotten by blades or brothers because we were biding timemissing the… Continue reading On gardening with ______
There is a hurt in my chest for every angry son and daughter of Jordan, marching in the dusty roads we have learned and lived on for so long. I don’t think anyone can fully understand the heavy heart with which you must cope, fighting with one hand for the rights you deserve as an… Continue reading
Worship
I spend my nights up Looking always east Waiting I may walk through gladly Rain spotted roads and Exhale patiently the frost From heart’s heat against wind’s chill But I am holding steady silent, Listening carefully for the crunch of your teeth on your words. Feeling slowly for the chill in your spine, I am… Continue reading Worship
There is little space between our fingers
My brain is full of ideas that will burst into electric bloom and fade out. Like the pain of every writer I have ever known, These epiphanies will come and go Only to fall into the finely crackled line that separates my memories from My mumbling dreams. There is the line that will change your… Continue reading There is little space between our fingers
Mia
She was still draped delicately across the armchair When our words lapped and receded like not quite waves, Entreating silence to stir her Like strings tugging at muscles Connected to our eyelids so everything flickers: We are entrenched now he and I, Stopped still in our soliloquy We listen. Her eyelashes tremble as secret ideas… Continue reading Mia
There is something of you I will not let go of. Honestly I don’t even know how I would go about doing so. I am perplexed because I want to do right by you and console you in the quiet that has settled like dust on us, But I have shaken and walked on. I… Continue reading