she sits with a spine gone soft

draped in white

dark chestnut hair in a neat knot

lace blooms around her neck

as flowers do from her palm

her right holds a single bud

to her left a bouquet

soft like the spine

wilted with resignation

garlands strung behind her

bursting with roses

like an abandoned party

Holding on to singularity,

While clutching desperately to connection.

...

i held in my hands an oar

and asked where to go

the words sang “everywhere”

i saw an island not far off

and another to the left

on the beach were shattered chains

i felt the sharp, smooth edges

and wandered as they

re-formed into something new...

It’s funny how perceptive

Is often deceptive.

Life switches from track to track.

A mix tape.

Visions take shape.

Distortions paint the water

Empty promises.

Don’t bother.

Something beautiful

Is strangely grotesque.

A bushel of foxglove promising spring

However leads to endless winter.

It took too long.

The question begs,

Is that light at the end of the tunnel,

Or a train?...

I was sitting in my kitchen just minding my own, looking out the window on this cold autumn day. The leaves were all turning and the trees were falling asleep. I imagined them with big yawning faces before snuggling down for winter hybernation. It was then when I heard the clatter of noise and the slam of the front door. Soon after appeared my dear friend panting in the entryway.

“Bruce!! Boy, a...

Tick

Drip

Tick

Snip

Tick

Stick

Ti—

Never been the kid to sit still

Focus focus focus

Pretend their words don’t kill

Loud loud loud

Houcus pocus, putting everthing in

Never enough never enough never enough

Always found the bad kid

Never enough never enough never enough

try to focus but it falls through

Loud loud loud

Head’s in a cloud

Focus focus focus

Self-image rav...

grab a fistful of fate

and smear it down your face

just enough to be recognized

as a player

when the chessboard is cleared.

float in the nothingness

reach out

and be brave enough to hold on.

hold on to letting go

pour the sun in your eyes and walk

walk with a sign

whacking the stones enough

to spark the inferno

that is becoming....

you were a photograph

i was a vision

i sat there as the image cured.

you were an anchor,

i was a lowly sailor.

the horizon was set too far for now

you know the sea has a way of washing it all away.

the past and the present

the future anyway.

heartbreak they say

is the highest price to pay

debts of quarters as the clock hand moves.

you won’t stay

you won’t stay

for just once.

This is ...

When you think of an angel, you think light.

Halos maybe. Pristine purity and wings of healing. Twinkling, soft music that plays in the mountain ranges of childhood memories. Workers of heaven.

But Death has her angels too.

Nearly no one expects me.

Not my darked skin like that of the deepest night. Not the gold markings that swirl across my skin as a living reminder of the good that I’ve don...

No palm reader could have predicted how my life would find me here.

My hands are warm and they twitch as I watch the scene before me play out.

I inspect my fingernails against the milky white color of my skin. They are trimmed close to the skin and perfectly shaped. I naively wish for a moment that dirt would find residence under my nails, but that’s all it is: wishful thinking. The gold bands cl...

Flowers.

Lots of them.

Lilles.

Roses.

Daisies.

Wilting as the frost sets in.

My steps are heavy and slow.

The sun beams down on me as the chilled wind ruffles my windbreaker. I can see my breath shimmer in the morning light as it’s expelled from my body.

At least it’s not my last.

Stones.

A mother

A father

A daughter

A sister

A son

A brother

A lover

A baby

A grandm...