It's funny, I'm sitting in some coffee shop in Santa Fe, drinking a house brewed kombucha, scolding myself for the hipster tendencies that crawl beneath my skin like so many sub-dermal potato bugs, or an old cough that won't go away, the remnant descendants of this season's Rhinovirus clinging to the edges of my esophagus, … Continue reading The Alien with the Orange Teapot
Step 1: Wash your hands. This will ensure that you will not get yourself sick, the world is a disgusting place, full of bacteria and viruses and washing hands WITH SOAP is vital it is a given step in any course of events that involves feeding yourself [or food handling in general] Step 2: Take … Continue reading How To Eat The World
it's all lost glue and peanut butter the cat ran away with it it's been bitten mouth to mouth Heimlich Maneuver CPR Certified purple lipped finger under nose I rub my cheek feeling the hollowed out cave where it used to sit existing in a rotating desk chair pinched between two incisors all business until … Continue reading Days of Silence
I do owe you an apology, an apology for leaving so early this morning, I could tell you were begrudgingly allowing me to escape to slip quietly into my shoes and out the door away from our ritualistic torques and contortions away from the far side of the moon; away from empty metal pitchers and … Continue reading To My Duvet
He looks to reality Up from ice and pressed bean the swipe the swipe the swipe less and less and less nothing truly there only a number slowly counting down from imagination to movement the slide to the empty well what is an existence anymore day day day earth flat or round no exploration all … Continue reading Any God Given Day, 2017
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)
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
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
deep jet black evening I'm settled on a trampoline noting in my mind how the liquid in the air distills as if the mason jar of time, once filled with ice, is now sweating onto my skin slowing sound, slowing light, slowing the imaginary workers as they dig permanent creases along my mouth; I'm feeling … Continue reading The Unnamed Black of Night
via Daily Prompt I can hear it all ticking and flowing back to me as if in the quiet moments it was lost and now with each puff and every swig the burn on the soft palette that I know scars permanently, like an invisible tattoo that I trace silently with the tip of my … Continue reading Timely
