Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
She’s there, standing right there in front of him And the two steps forward separating their paths seem less heavy And less likely to cross than the Brooklyn Bridge In his steel toe Timberlands Waiting by the curb, twiddling her restless fingers Making fists inside her down coat pockets, and Read more
Numbered and lettered genes listed in thousands of pages. Increased or decreased risk for this or that cancer, bone strength. Three genes say I’m likely lactose intolerant (I’m not) and prone to anxiety (I am). All my genes argue about Parkinson’s and heart disease and breast cancer, good and bad, Read more
She is a lost soul wandering in a maze of memories where everything blurs and fades out of sight as soon as she thinks she has caught a glimpse of the forever-changing, revolving, disappearing – kaleidoscope of moth-eaten memories But their impression remains burned on her retinas and she can Read more
the torn silk edges of the clouds against cottonblue skies the field trembling with the windswept elizabethan ruffs of yellowblushed daisies a jaundiced sunset hunched against violet crush of encroaching tempest fleshly canvas stretched over yellow-white marrowthreaded frame of bone such transient loveliness, and all so unbearably sad it turns Read more
In the time stripes run off to infinite raspberry rows, beach towels and barbed-wire fences white stones at veteran cemeteries, shirts on jockeys whip-flay scars on the winced back In those hours when engineers offer more parallels and planes, staircases, highway lines while poets write left to right, or right Read more
It is an inconvenient time, swaddled tightly with life’s circumference. Enmeshed with an array of emotions, responsibilities. I am culpable for everyone. I am liable to provide the means to fulfill their urgent desire to be happy. I am a one stop shop. As my body matures, my vanity has Read more
Empty and white; slowly stripping down to collarbones and shiny shoes that look nice with her thinning silver gown. Grown to adore those cold feet and sleek ridges that adorn the backs of a hundred pale faces on paper. Scarred and hushed; lips quivering like the soul in her teeth, Read more
