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.
Tag: writing
Technicolor Jacket
Stagnation is nightmare fuel. Anything that settles into idleness breeds poisonous offspring. Still water makes parasites like mosquitoes that spread disease, algae that chokes the life below that stagnant surface. Losing momentum is threatening in that it can bring about imprisonment wherever the feet land last. To become stuck means to become a breeding ground […]
The Other Side
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 […]
Happiness in 2020
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 […]
Living Forever
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 […]
Hey There
It’s been a while. Things are different since I last found myself typing words for the purpose of publishing them here. Time passed. A whole world changed. The funny thing about time is that it can morph our interpretations of bizarre situations into ones of normalcy. Mankind’s new routine is as humdrum as before coronavirus’ […]
Paradise Apocalypse
Chaos swirls like an invisible current around us. Weather no longer sits on the throne of the small-talk kingdom. Coronavirus passes between ears with far more frequency. Forget last night’s bout of thunder, did you hear how many people died in New York? Nervous speculation replaces the default cheeriness of midwestern life. No end in […]
Four Walls
A speck of dust got caught in Man’s lung and made a home there. This half-alive thing then made itself over and over and over again. No thoughts were spared for the environment in which it chose to exploit. Not until the volume reached capacity, overwhelming and destroying the once verdant fields there. Tissues rotted […]
Twenty Minutes
I attended a Writer’s Coalition in the Big Apple last week. After a relentless pursuit of the New York City writing community, I landed myself a spot in this pretty library on 79th street. Writers of every sort sat huddled around four tables pushed together. The proctor was an artsy type with big eyes and […]
Phone Call
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 […]
