Sometimes life has those moments.
They’re the moments where you’re happy,
peaceful, joyful, free. And you’re not
alone. They’re the moments when you don’t even want
to jump out your window and run away
or make a cup of tea to cling to,
as though drinking it might keep you alive or sane.Read More »
I couldn’t tell what Ma was cooking,
nor growing in her flower garden,
but sweet and spicy scents told me
that it was something good.
Neither do I know where Carrie
comes from with extraordinary
aromas exuding from her I would
bottle if I could.
ride a little pony into town
ride a little pony-
oops-
you fell down
No longer two but twenty-two,
no longer atop my grandpa’s knees but straddling a tight rope,
no longer slipping between his legs-Read More »
Jern wanted to see the heart
I’d locked inside a drawer.
I fished in all my pockets
but couldn’t talk to Jern anymore.
You never croak, but you roar like a frog.
You bark an extended note, though you never howl.
You write her love songs, drunk on ale.
Buzzed on tea, I ink the sound down.
‘S’alright. My pen’s as neutered
as I always said it was.
And my love’s as strong as you strike
those chords
over, and over, and over again. Sway side to side.
I see the curves that your hips don’t make, man,Read More »
Aware. Silent communication. Glance.
Always see
where the pupils don’t gaze.
Meet. Match. Convey.
Look away. Smile.
Connect. Click. Chemistry.
Know.
Recognize.
Ana-Bri,
Brawnasaur,
Brianasaurus rex
Loved me though
all the world
could see was my life’s mess.
Briana, the
open one
let me hold her soul,Read More »
At times, telling the truth requires
saying contradictory statements
until you are understood.Read More »
I want to curl up in the middle of wreckage
and fall
fast
asleep.
I don’t know why.
a decimated
a desolate
a ruin of a town
the ashes of a house
I want the wind to blow the dust
and my hair all over me.
I want to curl up in the middle of wreckage
and fall
fast,
fast asleep.
And I do not know why.
I grab my corpse by her hair and yank
her onto her feet, slam her into a tree,
‘til the bark cuts her back so she’s hanging thereRead More »
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