Whether you have too little or too much stuff depends on the amount of boxes packed and the time spent packing, sometimes even on the time you have to pack. Theory of relativity is rarely as obvious as when you need to move your possessions…

Sweat, pain, and tears. Anger, hatred, and fears. Cast out amongst the throng. No end in sight.   Questions of self worth are brought to light.   Boxes, bags, assorted crates. Tables, chairs, and bed frames. No money for gas. No place to live.  …

I want to be a brazen criminal I want to steal you away with my words Nibble vowels on your neck Drip adjectives on your lips Take you to a place you have never been before My dearest reader I want to rock your world…

The anticipation of how to set up the new place Color schemes Is the furniture I have now gonna work where I’m going? Do i just want to start over? Sending emails about empty printer paper boxes to use to store the tangibles of my…

awakened from a deep slumber, my mind still drifting caught myself in what could be a distant revelry spinning around in a vast ocean of swirling neon hues feeling as though I was being sucked up to a strange world living inside these pastel dreams….

Everyday, there’s a baby I meet online. He’s nearly a year old and has yet to learn to walk.  His mother’s worried. She fears there’s something wrong with his legs.  I think he’s too heavy but, of course, I won’t tell her that.  He isn’t…

I asked people to burn for me The flames asked if they had purpose to burn, And I blew them out for asking. True fire lives without a single question It knows only to burn.

I will say anything. Say anything, and keel over from a tongue too heavy to taste the fabric shafts of words. Preferably anonymous to the receiver, a barista who will never see me again and wonder why those words suffered to be held in a…

There’s a place down the road. A poorly taken care of unkempt road. Hole the size of a small moon. The kind that swallows cars whole. Many brave cars have traveled it. With aspirations of reaching some destination. And they have fallen short. Who knows how…

Beneath our storebought clothes, The smiles we plaster daily on our faces, And the filters available in Instagram, It’s getting pretty easy to cover up our real feelings, faces, personalities. Now, our friends and followers can see ‘who we are’ by just getting online. They…