I Elroy, an elder, walks out the heavy metal entrance door of the non-profit substance and mood disorder facility in response to screeching sirens – two fire engines and two police cars situate themselves in both directions under the high bridge appropriately nicknamed (particularly is this situation) suicide bridge: this occurs as I walk through […]
It starts with an innocuous enough thought, “play the string, play the string, play the string, play the string: ad infinitum (seemingly).” I can usually monitor and temper the repetitions when I incorporate a tactile element: touching my fingers in descending order to my thumb in a fluid movement, tapping my horribly misaligned (due to […]
I think of everyone I know quite nearly all the time. We are warriors forever present in life’s rote absurdity. And conversations from forever Rolodex filed in my mind. I have found no better way to honor all my loved ones who have died.
capital building capital while she too goes to two tractor rallies also. his solid transparency heard me looking the other way with curds of lemon and maybe some whey? this pane is a pain in the ass has an ass of an ass, and she evacuates in the stairwell during the evacuation. refrain the refrain […]
I don’t know how you escaped the fears of my worst qualities: sculpted strands of how’s and why’s – concentric display – innate beauty. “When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.” Perhaps for you a partial truth, for you see (you see?) you already see that way. Upon […]
I mean, death possesses a certain life of its own does it not? A glimpse into the bowels of what once was. Life and death refer to existence and no longer extant, but existence functions on a continuum. A sentiment and philosophy acknowledged in the band name N.E.R.D. (No-one Ever Really Dies), unless… William S. […]
I spoke with a barista the other day. Since the shop was empty (as most Still are) we got to chatting. I learned That she is a musician and currently Working on recording another album. I told her I wrote a book of poetry a Few years back. She asked me what I write about: […]
The depths our hearts can hug – A matter of proximity convenience. Selective substance demarcations: A mercurial menu assigned to me (no substitutions). Wellness is a casting call: My role replaced while feeding the meter. Once a main character In an evolutionary love story Now told to not enter The ornate theater I helped build.
money and security anchor decency: it golfs in Arizona’s sun shiny loneliness and drinks alone with Florida’s coastal boating or adores a mountaintop sunrise and recidivist love :the art of god sleeps soundly.
