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Picking Flowers 21 Aug 2013 | 03:12 pm
Picking Flowers 1. A violet rose may rise from rubble, leathery petals poking gingerly upwards with a slight swoop, ripe stem, stingy about rattling wind, barely peeking above the taller grains.....
I am the Ship 14 Apr 2013 | 06:22 pm
I'm the vessel that'll sniff out the wharf's of old, they call me bold for bounding seas, they whispers rumors of my unstable ease, what's a life without vanishing into the falling pink fold, Ululati...
Neverfull 8 Mar 2013 | 08:44 am
There are still things out there I haven’t seen— a mere tadpole blindly clinging to the base of the pond. I reach for every star in the inkwell but none are close enough— even on toes tickling the ...
Pull 11 Feb 2013 | 09:15 am
1. You can feel that pulse. Bump. Bump. That throb ticking like your old grandfather clock. Tick. Tock. You've got to settle into the blank space and conjure everything that makes you more. 2....
The Walking Stick 20 Jan 2013 | 08:35 pm
It stuck out of the ground like a cross, (maybe that's where he's buried?) up to my head, barely moved with the coarse wind, all the trees were naked, brittle, breakable with my palms, gripping the st...
Moonlight Watz 5 Jan 2013 | 03:58 am
You've been staring at the same shadow for hours, yet nothing comes, sleep evades you like a fly swirling around your hazy eyes, never landing, You've tried to sink into heavy words, but you're still ...
Dreaming of the other side 17 Nov 2012 | 10:50 pm
The branches begin to shed their robust aging locks, a stillness as if dead, creeping clouds clues to some motion, a mast setting sail eastward the lone vessel in the sea, the rocking waters rumbli...
Still Staring 20 Sep 2012 | 06:30 am
I’ve stared at this purple mirror before tugging at the fretted pieces of hair still straddling my sweater (the brisk cold is too much for just a shirt) different lengths and colors, from different...
Wake up call 31 Jul 2012 | 07:29 pm
movement, a funneling whirlpool swirling out my ears, brisk yellow fingers trickle just over stretching trees, sharp cut of light swaying on the rooftop, gentle twitter of leaves waving, awakening ...
Drinking Milky Midnights 17 Jun 2012 | 11:46 pm
I’m drinking milky midnights from a bottomless glass pass those star shots across the muddy counter last time gettin’ jiggy with anything was cool was the 90’s ...
