screaming at low volumes
so much has changed, since the dam broke. the villages built to extract the rage have been razed. their inhabitants, mostly dead, cling to vestigial memories. [ Not all of them worked in the mines. ] The baker has taken over, unable to imagine a new place, screaming into my ear, all my heresies against … Read moreThe Art of Letting Go
this roller-coaster of fear and excitement stirring the dreams from boyhood to life a spring of brilliant sunshine droplets and sudden dark spring thunderstorms see me cowering from greatness, there in the garden filled with daisies overwhelming beauty, colors i could not dream not if i’d slept for the next 10 million heart beats this … Read morecatching up
When Joshua crossed the River Jordan, after paying a ransom to get in, en route to Jericho was an Ikea, which gave ol’ Joshua an idea. So instead of decimating 31 Kingdoms and their kings, Joshua bought a bookshelf, among other things. He tidied his tent with paper mache’, he struggled to build things to … Read moreIkea in Jordan
When I realized I could understand german, the voices only made me sad. So I thought I’d learn french, but it’s sadder even than german. I already knew about portuguese: a wonder they haven’t all murdered themselves yet. Is there a language that doesn’t know sadness?
I could fix a lot of things here. The stove now works with all burners. The toilet seat could be replaced, things to paint, water damage … There are a lot of things to fix, but I’ve given up fixing me. So I keep the faith that one day, in fable beauty, someone will fix … Read moreBroken
You flowers of Reprieve, Respite from the battles. You spectacular reflections of divine love, How blessed am I, standing in your presence? Were that I could be a drop of rain upon your petals, a gentle kiss before the sun would take me. But I can only admire your form and colors, so freely given; … Read moreI Never Deserved
I asked if this bar gives credit. Bartender asked, “Why?” “It’s a sign,” I said, “Of a decent bar. You know, one that’s out to sedate the pain of being human, not to capitalize on it.” “Oh,” she said, “No.” At closing time, she said, “I hope to see you tomorrow.” A capitalist’s love never … Read moreClosing Time
Little humans so useless, still so valuable; Depreciating by the moment until they are Full Grown Burdens.
September came and went – Our sins were the clues that October had to follow. and the loves on the floor – great bodies, all of them – were too much for November, collapsing to its knees, Bloody Hands raised up to the gods of Time … “One More Time”, we said.
there was a moment when I thought we were going to die and I was happy.