I contemplate About “What is god?” My mind fingers through Rolodex memories In hopes of plucking Certainty’s answer From a flower’s fecund Pinch-petal beauty. A velvet tongue wraps- Around a forgotten arm’s Deferred rotten dream. I think of the deaths I have lived: all remain Intact – like remnants of A broken borrowed dream. Now, […]
I “celebrated” my 44th birthday on Monday January 10th, three days after posting a negative Covid test (Co=corona, Vi=virus, D=disease) after being sick with some form of passing through viral ailment since December 9th. Yesterday, January 14th, I spent the day in Indianapolis with a friend who currently lives in Chicago – what a lovely […]
I imagine with the way society has progressed the last decade or so, we are not far off from our first toddler suicide, and you know once the seals broken – look out! Just because my baby suicide prescience is strong, it does not mean I lack optimism. Mentioning the perpetual list of awful occurrences […]
The following is an excerpt from the book, With Covid, All Things Are Possible, set to be published in December 2022. Years ago I had a tremendous therapist: she helped me untangle (debunk?) several folkway assumptions. During one of our sessions I pulled out a togo clamshell filled with salad, and revealed to her (honest […]
I live with a ghost. His bones tacked to the walls, And his memories sold To the meat body Pacing nightly. I live with ghosts. Their lamps on my desks, And trunks on my floor. Neckties from before Packed tightly in a Precious box adorned. I am a ghost. A hollow idea of Unattained ideals. […]
(This post is an edited version of a lyrical essay first published on runningtodeath.com‘s July 2021 post) Death possesses a particular life of its own – does it not? A glimpse into the bowels of what once was. Life and death, in this particular context, refer to existence and no longer extant: but how can […]
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Paging through old words I am reminded of darker days. My posture tells a different story than behind the window dressing. Fooled myself into playing smart an assistant to build this crumbling wall. When there’s only one decision to make a simple life presents now possible.