On a BBC video utilized as a commercial by an esteemed institution of higher learning I can nearly see from the three minute stroll to beachfront at the end of my brother’s street – coincidentally (maybe not?) is the first on my list of graduate programs I am applying to – a girl flashes on […]
You see the key is practice. The kind that is so focused, it has no choice but to improve every facet of your insignificant existence. And so, I pretend I am in a perpetual dram-state – it convinces me excellence is possible, and also, that disappointment is a choice. This may(?) only be learned through […]
While truculent tyrants eagerly destroy, And feed resentments with milit’ry jars. Mommy and Daddy and Baby fight wars Emotional theft of Parents, Daughters, Boys. Myriad tyrants vacillate in this life Trust no on until convinced they’re true Investigate yourself be sure it’s not you. Maybe a: friend, boss, a mother, your wife? Can be confusing […]
Jung’s Red marries Maggie’s blue And shines in purple’s royal glory – Like the rich talents of my brothers’ golden hearts: Solid, malleable, pure, and valuable – We are: supportive ballasts of joy and guidance – For our Rolodex recall is fraught with Isolation’s macabre silence – memories brushed With strokes of tiny deaths and […]
There is a weight on my chest And tears in my my eyes, and This seemed more manageable With a scotch in my hand. But it wasn’t. Definitely number – Not manageable though. The Culprit is feelings. My conundrum Is placing them so I don’t explode, Or intervening them so I do not Strangle someone […]
There is fitting evidence that the Earth will continues its complex movements whether we do or not. Relativity explains not only its miraculous heliocentric and myriad cosmic movements, (we are traveling 1.3 million miles per hour through an unfathomable infinity – seriously? Think about it.) but its nuanced complexities also possess the talent to slow […]
part I pale ash whispers through oxygen deprived Air like dandelion seeds released in warm wind. cracks and pops emit Vibrational prowess as damp wood turns smolder – there once was a bridge. part II taking fury to such great heights gently massages ego’s crowned face. while exposed nerves flowingly linger as Fiery Furnaces regurgitate […]
Several months back I began writing a poem about a slug I killed with salt when I child. The poem quickly devolved into a Morton Salt history lesson and advertisement. The poem’s initial intent was to parallel my somewhat innocent torturous slug salience to the George Floyd atrocity. As I sit here in reflection of […]
of France Some things that are orange: Aspirations, songs about sea Anemones, the two peeking Tails (or faceless heads) of Ayer’s Rock – in fact many rock Formations and canyons are Orange. And if you are Interested in some images to Corroborate my aforementioned Rock-orange claim, may I suggest Upper Antelope Canyon’s: The Candle; in […]
