Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Under 60 slick intriguing crap catalogs, under varied meal preparations every day, under each day’s pencil-sharpened newspaper sudoku, under Sunday’s New York Times Crossword Puzzle, under Mariners games, and Rachel Maddow, and Castle and Project Runway and the NBC Nightly News, under trips to town through evergreens, under trips home Read more
It’s the kind of deep sorrow ….That leaves just BLACK Where there should be tomorrow And it’s the kind of harrowing pain ….That leaves a burning HOLE Where there should be a stain… It’s not just cold at night …It’s FREEZING And when it starts to get dark I wonder Read more
Heavy minutes rhyming on her white wall, crying, flailing, slowly falling down like trickles of blood pooling around everybody’s eyes, around everybody’s smiles, but everybody smiles. Her fingers walk across the marble floor, nails scraping and tongues bending like half-empty dresses hung inside a closet. Boots, now worn, lie sullenly Read more
The traveling souls around me act in unusual normality. It’s three in the morning in this quiet airport bar. Outside, the cold wind of London, makes shiver bodies, and let’s sweet hopes disappear. It makes them simply fly away. And in the dense darkness of the night, you can see Read more
We built a house out of a dream 10 minutes turned into a life of sunflowers and wooden porches and Etta James and Ella Fitzgerald and thrift stores with old record players and bread makers and a light bulb on a string over the kitchen sink and a couple in Read more
Panic flight illuminated by lines of city street lights cries out in the night, gunned down, violent massacres an anchor weight around society’s neck. Controlled chaos – a death here and death there, no one really stops to stare, not for too long these days. Own to an “It could Read more
The hot, humid morning of July woke her up. The cool sheets couldn’t contain the fire inside her body A familiar sensation she’d thought had vanished regained momentum in the monotony of her life. “I can’t get up, I can’t face it” She was the product of an unsatisfactory life. Read more
