Of course there are the stereotypes that we fill every capsule that we are given that we assume the boundaries of our life what we are poured into we are contained by; that when we flow freely, we cleanse and take with us that which is impure allowing it to be in us, not of … Continue reading 75% Human
let me tell you let me tell you let me tell you diving into words deep into the phrases what resides somewhere within the true quiet morphemes and thinking now of a man who communicates with his hands told me a story once of a conference that he went to sitting among hundreds of other … Continue reading Shouting With Hands
The kiss on my cheek, I lay quiet, pulling the heavy duvet over my crunched body becoming something more of a bean than a being: and soft and soft and soft and soft all four quickly in succession across the thin, David Bowie shape of my jaw it's impossible to tell which is what or … Continue reading Kiss (x4)
This hunky poem is for the Dads The daddyos The "yes, Sir"'s The Papa Bears The "Let me show you how it's done"'s The "Pull my finger"'s The "Better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick"'s The sharp crack of a tall can of Keystone Ice and the low groan, easing into … Continue reading For The Fathers…
via Daily Prompt: Blossom Standing in the locker room waiting for it all to hush fabric rubbing tightly against arms there's no way in hell this shit is a towel Maybe it could pass for a thin, white brillo pad; arms sawdust, chest hurricane, kneecaps slowly turning marble; exhalation; thoughts slow, water falls infinitely, imagining … Continue reading Blossom
As a quick note: I'm scribbling furiously so as not to lose any bit of my intention I caught it running circles somewhere in my chest I grabbed it and now am forcing it onto paper: As a quick note: You are lovely from top to bottom and from bottom left to bottom right and … Continue reading A Quick Note
Hello fellow Word Slingers, Poetry Addicts, quick scrollers, Social media clickers, etc. This is just a brief update from me for all of you as you move along in your quick and busy lives. I know that this blog is definitely the best part of your day, whether you're a morning reader, a coffee break … Continue reading Quick Update: June 2017
this one goes out to my unintentional shakers, the ones with thunderstorms in their chests, those that are tweaked with tweaked with tweaked with weakened with lightning as it rocks their spines You and me and Hugo Weaving You and me and Danny Glover we're shaking around, poppin' stillness pills hoping we don't drop and … Continue reading Shook
Six hours in, five and a half make seventy five and they take a fraction of that the end of the year, everything added up, waiting to see what you were overcharged or not. It's all one big game because someone owns your ass someone owns your land your food your kids your clothes you … Continue reading Time Spent
Nothing is there I'm just sitting, waiting to hear your damned drunken voice the grasp of years spent sucking down thousands of cigarettes and hundreds of gallons of red wine the tannins sucking your mouth into a tight circle the cigarettes folding your vocal folds following the rule of seven seven folds and that is … Continue reading Nothing.
