Least Read Prose

You are on a sidewalk. Strolling along in a conversation conversion of a complete circle. You and partner are barbell ends. When partner moves a millimeter away from you, you slip in step and slip a telephone pole. You are home alone reading. Leave a sliver of the alcove window unshut. Foe enters at the other end of the brownstone. Tiny cyclones pass over forearm slanting to the slitted vortex. Tiny inflatable air dancers advertise "A presence is here. Shiver. A presence is here. Wobble.” You are in a car. Bust out in a dance at any time because you don't need music on the outside. Passenger...

It’s kinda funny,

How you’re always hanging round.

How can I encourage you?

To come close.

Be on even ground.

There’s no pressure.

We can do what you want to do.

What I am trying to say is, I see you.

Are you shy, or just playing a role?

You want my hand.

We can take a stroll.

Better yet, take the lead.

I’ll follow you,
And we will see.

What you want I can do for you.

There is no pressure.

That’s a fact.

I just...

I’m Damian, I’m a Starving Artist. Which I think is a good thing, folks. First I should clarify that I’m not literally starving. I simply mean my creativity doesn’t pay the bills. I sometimes believe I wouldn’t have it any other way. Other times, well of course I wondered what that might be like.

     But fame seems hollow to me. It’s when bad shit can happen at any given moment. I got a friend of mine who asked if given the opportunity to monetize, Backstage, would I do it?

     First off, he’s putting the cart before the horse. Secondly, I think having ads and...

The depth in the slate of natural rippling glass

Deceiving of its strength to hold

Inviting to tempt fate and step in

I see the weeping of the snow queen tears rests on your shoulders

Beautifully sad in her cold blessing of droplets that have dried leaving a white coat to last until she weeps again.

the trance triggers memories
powerful feelings overcome
in my midnight hours yearn
burning with passion
I can't explain my deep need

sorrow festers and I seek the sun
sadness comes with the rain
the grey overwhelms
it hangs over me heavy

I must touch blue
kissing the angels I rise
a cloud floating alone
the winds carry my soul far away

lilting on the breeze
across the desert
where I touch down
the sun is life and death here

still, I worship the sun
my body falters and I have...