writing
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Patches
If life is such a rare gift, why do I spend so much of it afraid? Pull over andlying there, dead, a vehicle designed to hurry now! Some sugar factory, honeybee, flower mother, servicing. hawks circlea maze in the skyover the landscape, tear-filled eyes. world that made me,flashing in sequence,feet running on pavement. What if… Continue reading
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Many Things
The lamp is lit.The dog–come now.Efficient government,conspiracy to disregardReality. Things I’ve been struggling with:afraid of the sharp,familiar and careful,Failures appearingfull of Potential. I’m sharing with you–image &sensation,Burned holes and Absence.Freeing, a dance with The heater,The candle,The incense,The dog. I’m scared–I’m strange–I love. I see. Continue reading
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My Love
Take me by the hand.Eyes adoring.Moving slowly,Please?Take me away from here.Again & again.Turn me from dyingInto ignition.OhNo Continue reading
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Procrastinate
Fall. September 22nd. Stay in summer. Cool off. What’s wrong? I’m not doing it, I’m scared. The floor moves, always running and tripping. Using my words. If I can focus long enough on beauty instead of madness—forget the real world! “Lizard” “Lizard” I’m no better. What do you mean? Alone? Fix it up, make it better, something that matters. Maybe in December…… Continue reading
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On Being Human
Joy stained with sadness. Spreading. Searching in the mirror: Hello and goodbye, hello–echo–hello! Goodbye, goodbye. Internal guard. Distracting. Defensive. Avoiding what happened before… Faltering. A puddle. A wrinkle of sadness in everything, for in your noticing is its ending–begin and end, begin and end–what happens in between the beginning and ending? Peace into pieces. Or… Continue reading
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Lying in a Bed of Ants
I brought a large blanket and laid it out. I sat down and began thinking—about nothing in particular, nothing of interest. It was more of a noticing: green clouds of pond growth blooming to the surface, a swan bobbing for fish, trees, light green and white, shimmering in the wind, a blue sky. There was… Continue reading
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Already Full
The cup spills over from beneath the spigot. Moments spent receiving, while I keep track. Waiting for something to happen. Buying time. Pretending to pretend,I know what I’m doing. The cup remains, overflowing. Receiving, figuring—just give me a moment. Something comes next…But, wouldn’t I rather not? Shaking, I remove the glass from the endless outpouring andput it to my… Continue reading
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Served Cold
Fear. You son of a bitch. It’s hard to let walls down. It’s hard to be vulnerable. I’ve done bad things because of it. I’m not always rational. Like when I pulled a knife on my ex at the dinner table. Honestly, all I’m trying to say is, I’m not perfect. I’m scared. But that… Continue reading
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Becoming Madness
In a forest—crouching, stepping, carefully dodging long vines that hang like snakes from a canopy of trees above. The dirt is dark and wet. My boot crunches, but when I take my next step, I’m barefoot. Naked. Rain begins to fall. The clouds are alive with brooding darkness and raging thunder. Shadows are released when… Continue reading
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