In a hammock overlooking the Missouri Weightlessness feels like a suspension in time. The sway from the breeze marking the seconds Only so slightly. Energy sweats from the great force below us While forgotten debris drifts in its embrace. Kissed by the river’s great sigh of breath Tender but certain of its presence My face […]
I stepped out into the morning light as I’d done many times before. Like clockwork the sun painted the horizon in its set points and lent its warmth to varying degrees. The sensation was so familiar, I sought it out like a daughter hoping for comfort from the embrace of a parent. With eyes closed, […]
Loss has a way of taking pieces Of you with it when it goes Leaving holes you try awfully Hard to fill. Entropy flows one way Not the other. No matter how much We wish it did.
A mountain casts one oblong shadow dark enough to feel smothering. To approach it sends long fingers of nerve down the spine. Every step in procession breeds anxiety. The mind becomes defensive, In a way, the darkness feels pleasant once it’s gotten used to. It’s like a warm and heavy blanket. To climb up and […]
Sunlight acts as a natural source of fuel for the rested diurnal beasts. As it climbs back into a sky once void of its presence, warm orange hues invigorate the sleepy. Songs of birds add to the furor- force the lying to rise. The first moments of transition between unconscious to lucid is like surfacing […]
Something about dark spaces with brief intervals of intense and neon light. Something about bass so deep and penetrating it rattles ribcages. Something about a world that tricks inhabitants into forgetting mortality exists. How, they think, can anything living here ever die? A door opens. Believers file in one after the other. Whatever they leave […]
You are a broken thing, patched together by your own two hands. The work is makeshift and haphazard but it’s honest. Though those pieces may not fit in perfect tandem, the way they connect to create the shape of you is lovely. Not of a straight line but of a path awkwardly traveled. Pieces fell […]
A poem about pain.
Sometimes inspiration for the most obscure forms of prose can strike you in a moment of vulnerability. In those moments, when you’re merely lying on your preferred side waiting for sleep to take you, the words reveal themselves to you against the blackness of your mind. You pull out your phone and open the app […]
When You Fall Out of Love you spend so much time building something from a few twigs. you sort them by significance to the narrative running in your mind. place them in a strategic assortment and build build build.