Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Sometimes when I lay awake on a hot summer night listening to the chorus of crickets outside my bedroom window in the hazy gauze of the southern town I landed in somehow like an arrow in the garden or a bow upon a gift, hidden, waiting I remember When the Read more
“Eighty years old and still looking good,” She says to me every time I come to volunteer. I smile. She smiles back. Five minutes pass. “Eighty years old and still looking good,” She says. Again. I smirk. Eyes twinkle Lightly. A chuckle. Ten minutes pass. I circle around the room, Read more
a couple on the run, begun though it had ended, painting red lines, black streaks, triangles on the wall, forget the shortest distance, draw a circle with directions in the dirt, in the sand, in the movement of a hand, tracing imaginary cities across each other’s skin, spots of love Read more
Dusk covers the interstate Beyond the plate glass window Semi-trailer trucks accelerate and roar Driving over daylight savings time The distant sound of comfort I remember. Engines fade On the stairway, turning keys Amber scents and shadows Lost touch, tracing soft and supple To my left and to my right Read more
At the Georgia O’Keefee museum There was a picture of the artist As a young woman, with an impish grin Mischievous eyes and a wide-open face Full of possibility, unraveling the times Walking through the door, painted Over and over again, considering All the various ways a woman would venture Read more
i like the sound of no phone no retro ring tone no buzzing in my pants vibrate all vibrate who vibrate you the space between us right now the slipstream meditating words ideas feelings xoxoxo I like the sound of deeper meaning no space between us Photo by Jonathan Borba Read more
The telephone used to ring a lot You see it in old movies Heroes fumbling for their change Being pelted with rain Pursued, hiding, and afraid There’s only one way out In the middle of seduction In the parlor, lights down low The faithful always called The criminal element laughed Read more
Rolls like a kettle-drumon the other side of the passwhere my lover once livedin a plain wooden houseunder a sky that carried weightin its splendor and its solace We saved hours underneaththe dogwood tree, silentholding hands, lightly old-fashionedlovers bent on listening asthe yellow-billed cuckoo sangsadder than the rain Everything I Read more