Elfsong
(A bubble out of water sinks with you as you sing about your sorrow.) Why not to give a little bit more than you already do? Coward. Loser. I […]
(A bubble out of water sinks with you as you sing about your sorrow.) Why not to give a little bit more than you already do? Coward. Loser. I […]
Fresh spy awaking to the door knob turning. Over turning the pages of our story, skipping lines by paragraphs. Finding rhythmic feeling in slight exultation of signs. The yearning bred […]
One that doesn’t know how to reach out, show any signs of love, or some vital trace of human affection to prove you’re alive. (Wild benediction tucked away at the […]
It seems much of their efforts are charged. Without which would be fatal to their undertaking and perseverance. “I am not going to lie to you, but yeah”. Yeah? Or […]
The next following entries contain written work that I’ve captured during my indoor sitting at public spaces. The lines fall along imagery, meaning (sometimes inverted or altered), or rhythmic feeling. […]
We piled up the pizzas according to their sizes, a metal rack with bars sits on top of the stainless steel “kitchen” top, I guess you would say, since that’s […]
We can’t help ourselves caught in the act of folding our tongues. The rapid waste of lines bind us to our seats screaming– foot loose. Step out in to the […]