Self Portrait 1

Sitting still in the quiet of the snoring deep back ex-study,purpled sky double down and pockedSnow packed and drifty as dreams on the tongueSqueachy rubbersoled double-knot weatherproof winterboots ooze their trekked tale slowly into the carpets ear;looking for, no, sifting through the... stop.rummaging around between folds of grey matter, electricity, somewhere between there seems to be … Continue reading Self Portrait 1

Questions

Fucking just need to write, and I wonder what those first five words will seem like when someone comes back to them in forty years and reads this. Will they think I’m mad or happy or crazy or already lost it? I don’t know, can’t know, always I’m pretending to know. And I want to … Continue reading Questions

Humor I Guess…

it's funny it's some kind of joke, a sick, laughing matter- when I think about my romantic hang-ups, I don't think about the anger, the painted pain and numbing drugs; I don't think about the venom, the magical manipulations; I don't think about the pitfall, the sudden drop out of love; I don't think about … Continue reading Humor I Guess…

Grilled Cheese and Love

I used to think that love was a kind of layered, unfolding, blooming function of life, something that you would treat with care; like when you pull a freshly made grilled cheese apart, carefully but intensely; I thought, you could draw out the process as long as you were able; or rather, you would draw … Continue reading Grilled Cheese and Love