Vintage family photographs tucked into the pages of hard backed books long overlooked grace the rack at the second hand store .
Harsh lighting pitts itself against squares of dull paper, stained a benign sepia and brown The once shiney layer has broken down into feathered ends that fade to black against a white border.
The surface is pleasant , searching for emotion with quiet fingertips over the face of a girl who reminds us of our own Aunt Jean. She leans lightly into her task of gardening, of watering hydrangea Their...
Sometimes I see life as a sickening metaphor I see you, your beautiful suffocation, in contrasting yellows and greens. Each wrap an aggressive attempt to defeat the chaos you create Coiling round rusted rebar that rises between blades of sharp grass you are there sucking all strength and integrity
You watch as you hinder all leaving them to crawl through narrow spaces where the question of why is still asked as if an answer would justify ignorance or stop the dissolve
Not a Poem My husband, that very same asshole who has been a part of my life for forty-four years is dying I have struggled to get away from him. I have run away from him I have vowed to never see him again no matter what until I get the next phone call informing me of another hospitilazation This time. he made a frantic call to me while I was in California four hours away . He was lost, out walking in the desert at 11:00 pm he did not know where he was and was crying He is 68 years old and was recently...
Old US Hwy worn and patched leads me into tomorrow where my direction is unknown Today, it depends on the wind. Ancient watershed continues south from the hills where I receive peace quickly interrupted by riverweeds and their annoying fluff causing me to hack sounding like someone else from a distance
Frequencies sent out in vibrations create a confusion on the FM dial the silence breaks, long enough to hear it say my name in vulgar tones and mock my existence.
I found it best to ignore those who dont believe...
Upright pylons rusted prevent the necessary touching of the sky where sorrowful whispers disguised as glue creep through cracked bones mending the pain of lost joy.
Tattered remnants of lack awaken to hold confines at the bottom of a destructive ego pleasing cage , crowded with littered words that spill from a frayed mouth Shredded edges, sewn together like stained glass from hells chapel A modernistic work of art