Over Thought Over

Trying to break down the patterns of the mind, the looping, reeling, wall of thoughts, that which builds up. I often see patterns in my writing, the looping, looping, loops, curlicues, even now with this pen to paper, paper and pen and paper and pen and paper and pen and paper and pen, I see … Continue reading Over Thought Over

Smelling Smoke

Lost, somewhere among the crashing and burning of the forest, Far off from my apartment on Meadows but you can smell the smoke over the flowers and the clumps of long-stemmed grass. Far gone, lost to dreams and paintings, Summer burning away everything, Apollo too close to sage, an attempt to naturally pull more carbon … Continue reading Smelling Smoke

Ash (or “Shy Boy”)

I wish the words would spill out sand crashing from the oversized hourglass of my shattered mouth my teeth so many shards that I can't quite let you put your finger on; possible that it would or could pad the way from the cuts across my tongue words are sharp teeth and bits of rock, … Continue reading Ash (or “Shy Boy”)

It’s A Huge Fuckin’ Oily Mess

these metaphors are thick coagulated oil, filled to bursting with shavings of metal, bits of finely chipped wood, shattered pieces of my soul, and somehow, with all of that, still pitch. still black. I cannot say how I want to grab it in my hand I can only see it in my minds eye, as … Continue reading It’s A Huge Fuckin’ Oily Mess


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