Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Unless we are divinely called to monastic life, most of us don’t thrive in isolation. Even we introverts have our limits. Besides, it’s one thing to choose seclusion and determine for ourselves when we want to hole up alone and for how long. It’s quite another to have confinement thrust Read more
Evening afoot she waits at the stop. Mind elsewhere, on her day, or merely tired, distant. Boarding the empty bus, relieved for warmth, quiet. Town’s edge – but what is happening? Where are you going? She demands, nearly screaming now, You should have turned back there! The bus lurches down Read more
Forever is exhausting. Andrew is never gone… Just like we are never over Not that we are the same, and yet We are something like forever. Alive. Or dead. Does it even matter? What we do, even when in shadows. Is anyone really, ever, listening? I touch your chin as Read more
God, can I write anything lovely anymore The lark the thrush the yew the bush Tone it down, lighten it up Look in the mirror—throw up My hands and say: I can’t take it anymore; I’m not ok I’m not ok See, then, I’ve made you worry… see Me look Read more
I burrow my soul deep into the desert until all that exists in any one way are contrails and cacti. Smoky white lines cross the skies above forced into a syncopated rhyme by a jet stream proving planes really do fly like birds. Spent contrails. Waning evidence of jets hastening Read more
why deny your existence your trust is nonexistent nevertheless you sing you say you radiate no light or heat dead also means still perfect exact with dearth of breath yet you breathe fretfully yes you draw breath do you hear dream-state man chortling do you see him falling through clouds Read more
I walked straight off some pier the end of the roof — gutter baby it ended at the keyword *failure our faces kissing as if hogs to slaughter It ended at midnight I turned to stone the end of your cock – ringed-necked pheasant I always have Read more
We all have a secret box hidden somewhere. Under the bed, inside a tree hole, or between two thoughts. Some hide it so high, so they can’t reach it anymore. Children like to stash it behind the rainbow, and then forget about it. Come see my secret box. I hid Read more