Dream Journals

When I first started dreaming that you never left you still believed you hadn’t that partial inclusion entitled you to exist entirely and somehow the thought of you made it to the top of the stack, every time The dreams were warm despite taking place…

1,2,3,4,5: The Last Time I Saw You Alive.

You’re counting the numbers on hopscotch squares: One two three jump, five six seven jump, You could never be patient enough to wait your next turn. You’re counting the minutes until we are free: Ten minutes, nine minutes, eight minutes, seven, You could never race…

(ii)

her lies, amorphous, shifting shadows, seek walls…. …..

Near Dreams

Hour 2 – 7:00 AM    A stirring of emotions felt in the thick of my throat. Where beneath your fear is a choice to make things clear. When the option is left to you and your years are numbered. You’ve got to make a…

morning crisis

i can sit here/relaxed comfortable in yesterday dreaming happily/with music and songs with sun/moon or dust sit happily hoping for tomorrow planning/constructing still trying to remember the day before this/ questions unanswered/whys and hows and who/unsolved mysteries/ like when does yesterday start and when does…

Uninvited

I see you, sneaky moon Still lingering in the morning sky You should really go home.

10 minutes to spare

Almost didn’t make it with ten minutes to spare. As I try to force my eyes awake I notice…. I have no clue what to write. Like the muses kept snoozing because they too, were wiped out from the night before. What could have I been…

10 a.m.

I thought that a drive would delay a thought, but as the wheels turned so did the mind and I only imagined where I would go from here, both mind and physical…

The Raging and Consuming War of The Poetics

Part II The war continued day and night, for years and years and years, the girl kept silent behind the red vinyl bunker, the poet inside mustering courage to actually draw pictures and put words to paper; she piled them up and pushed them underneath…