Tag Archives: poetry

the passing days have have always drawn me back to a word. or haven’t you heard? this metal I wear around my neck is sentimental,  not philosophical. it is fate we met in wet green rain bridge lake park after … Continue reading →

ready for the day reading into everything getting a good bit of time on a trip to the experience that we have been waiting to share not without a care here inside we were posing to have silly pictures taken … Continue reading →

then it has come to this I might as well stay up all night to appease myself by getting that little half an hour and coffee then disregard the day from this time to the bit after I have crawled … Continue reading →

lighting up making an insane person out of a moon a drift a dream a place we miss and say goodnight to the five hundred examples of the words passed down from generation to generation frightened to admit that the … Continue reading →

do you know what you are doing to the people who are close to you or is this not even on purpose and that would be worse because I know that the torture that can only be self-inflicted is the … Continue reading →

jetting over the dryness we cough and cringe intimate as our new dogs are we, so similar lofty ideals we determine by disruption letting yourself off the hook with an excuse dirty hands, happy yellow faded walls, pieces of me … Continue reading →

blank page why have I bothered to find your crisp cleanness on the occasion of a ceremony starting when the last rays of light float on put on that spot, vocal sounds are pathetic not sad but with due resolve … Continue reading →

it is not a choice that is up to me it is just a bad day a day in the dark that removes the choice from me so that I may be very, very not free to pick out the … Continue reading →