When We Were Done Dying
The website said experimental.
Electronic, pop, psychedelic.
The venue, however? Rows of seats,
still too crowded for your average asthmatic. Continue reading “When We Were Done Dying”
The website said experimental.
Electronic, pop, psychedelic.
The venue, however? Rows of seats,
still too crowded for your average asthmatic. Continue reading “When We Were Done Dying”
What are we doing here
fighting over things we don’t want,
things we don’t care about? Continue reading “Enough is Never Enough”
By that shoal swam
myth and majesty,
each with a face,
blurry still with
the tide settling. Continue reading “Vegvísir”
There were giants in the lands that sub-blessed afternoon. In the distance and in these hands. At my soles and … Continue reading In This Body Dwells Another
At the edge of a world afraid,
there rests a place
where the sea collects gems,
weaves them into jewelry,
and adorns them on her beaches
like lives to a bookcase. Continue reading “A Beach Made of Rainbow”
Suspended in a raindrop that never fell.
A memory that hasn’t happened
replays on and on
but I won’t tell. Continue reading “Meet Me in a Raindrop”
As sure as the moon is blue
and the grass is crimson,
I belong up there
in the waters hidden
under the shadows of an earth
too detached in a space made crowded
by rubies atmospheric. Continue reading “Moving to Neptune”
Claustrophobic.
I barely fit in this doll house
let alone a gymnasium,
too many questions. Continue reading “They slammed the door in my face”
I say that you’re my favorite
as if I read so much.
Truth is: I’d rather watch
your works come to life,
all the acting and such. Continue reading “Neil Gaiman”
For whatever reason, I just felt like reading some more poetry by Hughes and I was delightfully surprised this morning. … Continue reading Hughes Blues Part Five