Aching

Still up I struggle, Wish For silence To be The loudest Presence Not a shade Or memory But Solid and Fortified And most certainly Real

A Measure of Weakness

Weakness exists in the mind of the slighted. You’re weak In the mind of the one who cannot own. I was weak Weakness, the idea of it, is an excuse. Protection against truth, honesty, ownership. Weakness exists in heart of the broken. I am weak In the heart of the lost. They were weak Weakness, […]

Lit From Within

Lit from within, you clamor with gritted teeth and Tense muscles, still you work to ignore the Distractions pulling at your mind. And What if? Beats you from behind. Rains down. Covers. Darkens. Fills you with misgivings. Paralyzes you with fear. And The ever remaining truth. You have No way to know. No way to […]

An Abundance of Love

Each piece you hand out may never return. Giving it all away so freely, you must know dangers await. Without a string attached, it won’t know to return. How will you have more than what you’ve got, if you’re slapping it in the hand of every stranger that walks by? Surely, you could take more […]

Fodder

i think i’m the worst sort of person. when is it okay to hurt someone else? when is it okay to say i can’t do this? only the worst sort would consider it. a person who thinks they deserve more than what they’ve got. that it could be better somewhere else. that constant waiting for […]

Success in Writing

I’m having a flash fiction piece published in an anthology this August. I’m excited.

Call it what it is

What are you fucking thinking? What are you fucking doing? Who the fuck do you think you are? I don’t know. I don’t know. Just lost. Figure your shit out. There’s only one solution. Climb back on the crazy train. And hang on. You’re not going anywhere. […]

Poem 3

For your unfettered consideration and undoubtedly refined thought, tell me how you interpret all of these changes that have come unexpected, unannounced, and unwanted into the lives of everyone who manages to pay attention and notice what wrongs have been done, ignored, and tragically encouraged with the enthusiasm of a two year-old child and the […]

Will

It is the will of the Deceivers to keep you distracted. It is the will of the Distracted to see everything.

Nothing’s Growing

Why do they do that? Cut everything down? They want to be in charge. Kill it all so they can decide what is allowed to grow. But nothing’s growing. No. Nothing is.