A door is an object that separates
Here from there
Now from later
Seen from unseen
Do you go through? Are things better
There?
Later?
Unseen?
I see the strip of light
Underneath it
And I hear the voices, activity
Through it
I feel the vibrations
In it
What’s on the other side?
A door opened can never be closed again
Not really...
“It’s not wrong if the person has too much and they’re an asshole. It’s more of a public service,” Mark always said. That’s why they became the Robbin’ Hoods.
Technically, he and his sister Tamara were serial thieves. They stole from wealthy people and corporations. Then they “provided” to unofficial charities of their choosing. They took a maintenance fee, of course. 10%.
It started when Jimm...
There are dollops of light prickling through curtains, blinds. Time for the morning meal. I have an ache in my belly and a feeling of panic. Nourishment is my sole purpose for existing right now. Nothing else crosses my mind except trying not to die.
Mom already went to the outer place. She will be gone until the sun is past the top of the sky, and we are heading towards darkness again. The Elder...
I’m puzzled, a puzzle
Fragmented segments of everything ‘til now
Jigsawed, jagged, overlapping, yet stippled, laying bare splinters of vulnerability, defect, inadequacy
I can’t wash it clean. I can’t disguise the rot and hurt and stink
I can only append, adjoin, affix
New zigsaws
Pillowy lumps of smiles, warm muffins, time with family
Shards of heartbreak, grief, sour grapes, and lost games of cha...
