It has been years since my knee met concrete
That familiar sting, burn. A limb engulfed in fire
Where once was skin, pale white channels
Glimpsed just before pinpoints of blood
The knee disappearing into that red that so many artists have failed to capture
The lines all pointing the direction the body was traveling predictably perpendicular to where the bike lay
I wished never to feel th...
Much like a plant
We grew down before up
Reaching out thread like tendrils
Searching for a spot where the soils just right
I didn’t have to reach outside the pot in which my seed was buried
How fortunate
Fertilizer packed just so
Not too tight nor too lose
Down I grew, preparing for what’s ahead
It’s warm down here
No wind, nor insects
Sun warming the soil through the window to which I was p...
A long distance
Not by body, but by mind
Can I travel inside you?
An idle mind can only can only see what’s near
Ideas, seeds in the fertile garden of my brain
And only through care can they break soil
For a seed is nothing but potential
And so am I
There’s lush forest in you
My Amazon, my Sumatra, my Taiga
Trees so thick forget about the sun
And grass a relentless carpet
Can I explor...