Hope Is For Cowards

When you’re wishing for something that will likely not happen But try anyway … You hope. And when it ultimately  fails, you can say I had hoped … And then consolation from somewhere deep, nearby, far away. When you’ve wanted, dreamed, dared But don’t actually say it will happen … You hope. Hope is for cowards. […]

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A Conversation With Myself

What’re you doing? Get back! Don’t worry. I’m fine. I know what I’m doing. What if you don’t? And this all ends badly? Nothing will ever happen or become if I’m too afraid to try. Reconsider. No. No? You don’t know what’s going to happen. You don’t know how this will turn out. Everything you’ve […]

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Finished Yet?

When can I be done? When we have enough to be finished. But when will that be? I’m tired. My fingers hurt and my back is sore. I’m sorry, sweetie, but we don’t have enough to be finished. But … Quiet, now. Complaining won’t get it done any faster. Why are you crying? Hush. Let’s […]

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Voices Unheard

We’re not listening, there is no ‘new’ way no ‘new’ cause no ‘new’ reason it’s the same as it ever was Too late, we feel it tragic loss incomprehensible loss senseless loss A glimpse, wasted now, at the unknowable pain fractured heart pleading soul Messages clear but unanswerable changes unable to be made the softness […]

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When Your Time Is Up

You know what you can’t do Without drawing attention? You can’t sprawl out on the sidewalk. Head down, resting on the concrete, watching a bug. Feet up, kicking. I guess you can, if you’re eight or ten. You could lie there for hours rubbing a rock back and forth And no one would bat an […]

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You’re Not Happy

What does it mean When someone tells you You’re not happy? Don’t tell me What I am. You’re projecting Clearly. I’m not happy? I’m fine. I am working For what I need. Perhaps you’re better off Considering yourself Instead of others You can’t say who is happy when you don’t know what drives them. You […]

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Try To Name It

It’s easy to be angry But also a waste if The heart of it all Goes unnamed and Unclaimed Vehement cries deny This is all anger Nothing else When you’re done Screaming Nothing’s changed Pause Try to name it What’s going on In your head? Your Body Chest compressed Jaws clenched Breath too fast Hands […]

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All This Wind

You shouldn’t be here. Not with all this Wind. Tendrils torn Sweeping loss, flakes of flesh Bits pealed away Steal away up to the sky This Wind. Tumbling, stumbling, skittering down the street. Pressed to a wall, a fence, a tree Brief rest before whisking off rolling, tearing, crumbling chunks of muscle The side of […]

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To Do

Stupid fucking lists. Paralyzing. Hopeful. Over thought. Unattained. Full of shit. Expected. Forgotten. Waiting. Pushed to the back. And forced to the front.

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Get Here, You Say.

Climb over. Be here. You’re almost seen. I’m trying. I can’t grab on. Hurry up. My fingers slip. I lose my grip. Tumble back as far as I’ve come. Get up. Do it. I can’t. You Won’t. Twist away. Peel off. Retreat. Come back. Please. No.

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