Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
death will dance with anyone anytime at any fuckin’ place it doesn’t discriminate or differentiate, it is not racist sexist or homophobe I have kissed it death is not a woman, I know it reeks of fetid sorrows gloomed motel rooms seeking sad numb unsuspecting souls it comforts human hearts Read more
Having lined up her affairs, Skin smooth in oil, preserved her Ancient perfume resonates— Disperses its silky depths, I dream Of her incinerating baggage; Replacing it with pockets. Unanchored she leaves— Sails the Mediterranean Blue as newborn eyes, free as infancy To float to the edge of the ocean & Read more
Struggling to recollect a certain time of your life; that night, in particular, is somewhat like glancing through a photo collection. The photos appear to be taken by a child. Seeking to capture the entire world as they viewed it, shaking the pictures before they can develop, eager to view Read more
My ready defense is self-deprecation. Before you can stare, I’ll tell a joke about my body. Put you at ease, it hurts me inside. The boundary between humor and reality is blurred. My dwarfism as a disability often comes into question. Though its portrayal as your entertainment does not. It Read more
If you desire to measure how far you have trekked, across meadows and deserts of emotion, and oceans of storm-filled nights, look back toward the horizon. For there remains, soaked in your tears, the crumbling bones of all your relationships. The harmful sort, which once upon a time took hungry Read more
the bluebird sings yew trees grin a sunless mourning snow falls solemn angels wait, but it’s winter white summer heels petticoat prettied books, babies, poetry a tea sandwich cut in two, white cold milk open the bedroom window but, it’s winter shh, sleep sleep beautiful gentle sleep, a lady always Read more
She’s a shrinking silhouette. The cut-away dark around her burns. More work than sleep than fear than failing and finally (if lucky) the taste of iron and ceasefire. Give her a stone a stirrup a pocket of patches. How handy. How sweet. The drunkening cup touches her lip—too late to Read more
