Survivor Guilt

You’re going to die, and it keeps me up at night. Your eulogy is a poem I don’t want to write. I don’t sleep, waiting for the phone call that you’ve been found with a landscape of poppy flowers blooming down the side of your pillowcase. I don’t sleep, thinking of those who wear the…

Pyrotechnics

When we were teenagers we stole fireworks and set them ablaze in the suburbs…..

Dolor

The days we fight gravity are the predecessors to well earned nights. Where the gravitation of the moon seems to rip us from beneath our skin so we may breathe the cleanest drags of stardust possible, those are the nights we stay alive for. These are the days we earn entry. Hours spent holding our…

Christmas Sunday, ’22

I saw Santa smoking a cigarette outside a dive last night. He was groping his beard the way only alcohol can teach us to touch, howling at the smoke cast sky like a shower drain blocked by uncountable years of unattended build up, yet still glugging through. He said he retired the team colors for…

Absence

A passing moment of peace, a second of serendipity. No noises, only the peepers and a gentle pressure from the waves below our feet. Just a moment but a matter profound enough to resonate within, a silence so thick that it shook awake a dormant feeling at the core our, cores. And I told you back home…

Tainted Muses

The stench of cigarettes is entwined in the fibers of my being, you left it there among other things. Woven in between the strings that hold me together your remnants don’t wash away nor will they blow dry in warmer weather. I’m doing better. With every stain cycle a little more blood wears away but…

For Today At Least

The sadness always hits mid day mid stride a sucker punch of ice wind barreling down a hillside. Hikers call it a wind train. For them it comes in the dead of night, while burrowed in tents and sleep sacks. Katabatic. The bluster shakes every grain of grime from their brow. You share the power and…

Leaving Off On A Bad Note

When you go to bed with poison in your mouth You wake up with rotted teeth. The stench of decay infests the new day and throbs through aching cavities. Worn holes. Cavats broken through the enamel of your mind exposing the soft, bruseable little pulp, the quivering thread. whats left of it. Soured by acid…

Barley; Alive

A single wheat grain twirled around a finger fraying at the ends, where golden intentions turn brittle and fracture at the bends. The sun through your seams seems to mend the chizzled out nodes little hollowed holes, swaying with the wind of a winter morning cold and ornery drying up for the season and breaking…

Pure

She took the shattered glass from my mirror and taped it, took off my clothes and washed clean the self hatred. She came in grey with leather soles and saved me from myself. With grace she silenced the screaming echoing through the halls. The silence. Following. The momentary stare where in the crisp waning moonlight…