“A pack of bubble gum?”
“Yup.” Albert said nonchalantly, giving only a small up nod with his head.
“Seriously?” Angie said with a scoff, mumbling something that sounded a lot like “retard” under her breath.
Albert let the bubble he was blowing pop against his lips as he kicked his sandles off haphazardly onto the nearby mossy rock he wasn’t sitting on.
He mentally apluaded himself for giving...
Gentle cold air
Frosted grass
Numbness in my fingers
From the strength of your grasp
Unwillingly lead
Through shadows of trees
The buttstock of the gun in your pocket
Brushing up against me
Not a look of despair
Surrendering to the pull
I’m incredibly still
Staying detained in your hold
You don’t meet my eyes when you’re scanning my face
If you’d arch my back I would let myself colla...
I’m wearing grey
And like storm clouds I’m murky
Unclear and not fully explained
I am a gamut of a shade
The sun you cannot see
A path covered in piles of dead leaves
Indifference with lack of modesty
Not attracting too much attention
Never approaching each thing with a great sense of apprehension
The fleas that still jump the same height as the jar
The way Hubble’s law explains the abs...
Past Halfway
Three quarters more or less
It’s not my legs begging for rest
My own mind confines myself
To my committed word
When I asked
What am I doing this for really?
With no valid reason coming to mind
I dropped it all
Despite pouring in all that effort
And giving it so much time
Because why,
If I don’t care
Should I force myself to be there?...
Rusted rim
An old age stiff
No push nor shove
Can make it lift
Stuck in its place
The cold air keeps out
Shackles of frost
Secure it further down
Spring brings vines on the sill
Wrap tightly around
From deep within the dirt
Secured all around the house
Closed by the seasons
Every change adding power
To its stubbornness...
Cut me up and sown through my skin without a thread
Traced my veins with delicate lace and tied down my legs
Silk through my hair
Knots entwined with my stare
Bows of thick ribbons wrap under my bones
The pressure is galant
Pleasure is havoc
Kiss of etched buttons
Spools of loose string
I’m twisted and tangled
There’s now rips in my seams
Tear through the parched
A maple thirst
Crawl...
Lamenting the death of my partner, now 5 years alone.
Over this time I’ve come to pick up their old habits and routines.
Sitting crisscrossed in their dining chair as they always have.
Saying farewell to the sun as it sets in the evening as they always have.
I exhibit their facial expressions.
I project their tone.
Wearing their clothes, reading their favorite stories. I’ve inhabited their...
My hand trembles as I grasp the back of its frayed cover and frantically flip through it’s pages.
I stop when I see the water droplets on my skin have mixed in with fresh ink, making smudges, the mixture’s tar black color seeping into the bed of my fingernails.
I bite my lip to keep myself from yelling out in frustration as I angrily huck the journal into a nearby tree.
I ruined it. I smeared t...
Where you cannot fly,
You’re left to improvise.
That’s why the blind people hear better-
Or rather, they are more attuned
To senses other than their sight.
For there is no use in pouring water into a pot with no seeds.
Because then, what will grow?
Caged birds can’t fly.
All the energy, time, effort they would give towards flying, is allocated elsewhere.
The caged bird has it’s voice.
The ...
