“Natural” is on my skin
I wear it every day
Some days I lather it on thick
To stun and then decay
An “act” moves fast to show my past
And stick the landing twice
To win a friend is in the end
The nicest way to die
When the world stayed in to pray
My skin was free to breathe
How cruel to let open pores sing
Without an audience
As the space will grow between
My acts and shiny skin
Who will let yo...
Going back to my childhood home was never part of the plan. Not yet. Not in my late 20s.
I got the call in the middle of a meeting with my co-workers growing impatient in hushed tones. The patience in the world always seems to run away when money is involved. It was my brother and he rarely would call me at this time knowing I am always quite busy.
"Mom is sick," he finally muttered with a fit...
The pillow feels hot.
It seems to be smirking beneath my cheek, as if plotting to drain all the moisture from my face.
I sweep my right leg over the other. The rest of my body follows closely behind to forcibly land in my second most reliable sleeping position.
I want to just go to bed. But I can’t stop thinking.
How could she just take it?
You can’t just take toys from people you’re supposed...
On light’s timely birth
I descend on that big metal box
Sore eyes and tight fibers
Lead me to the arc of nature
Lay hands in open cold box
To find crimson gem
A beacon of her sweet salutation
Fellow man wrapped sweet buds
I pour her love on glass
And surround it with friends
The crown is her’s
Even next to faces staring back
Placing juice of life to mouth
Blood on lips, flames on plate
Expe...
Bring me that parchment
Which lies on the south-facing shelf
And I will show you how magic is born
Through dreams and cliches
A battle is fought
In search of what is pure and true
How often it is that these places thrive
And breed on the unknown
But we liven the power with passionate words
Magic is thought to be in the air
And love can surely last a lifetime
Yet I live to find boulders th...
Awakening begins as a glimpse
A moment in time followed by similar ones
Separated by a sea of other moments
Awakened moments are often spaced like this
But one hopes to bring them closer with practice and rituals
As the frequency increases
The more awake you become
And the more alive you feel
Until one day you drop out of your body completely
And all that remains is being...
I resent that
Wouldn’t you?
Hold on
Take a moment to be hoisted into my being like a child being placed in yellow wellies before taking on a rainy day
Well
You could do it if you made the effort
Maybe you need more empathy in your loins
I resent that
With a passion
I do
If my friends were here they’d tell you what’s up
They’d tell you how I think and act
I wouldn’t need to say a word
But I rese...
He would be leaving soon but his expiration date had not quite arrived. A friend had told him, “God is just as stubborn as us,” as a way to pump some humor back into the old man’s veins.
In younger years he often thought of what old age could be like and would promptly return to the present with a keen sense on how to gain success in his world. Surely, it would just take some time and effort to ...
“Aubrey!”
“What are you doing?”
“Aubrey! We need to leave! Now!”
Susan frantically tugged on her friend’s cherry red parka as she stared off into the distance with glossy eyes.
“Hey! We can’t die here,” she exclaimed urgently.
As she tried to hoist Aubrey over her shoulders the heat from the blazing wreckage around them rose to more motivating levels. Sweating bullets, Susan successfully ext...
Who is to say what life is without you?
You who is maker of all that is
This is no love song to the best candidate in the sky
Or a mere whisper of what life with you already knows
Here lies an echo to bolden your text
As if you added some width to lengthen your final paper due tomorrow
It is unclear who steals your love most
In fact, most still struggle to find a soapbox
To stand on
To aim suc...
