Dark firs and spruces fall in order down the hill and drape the checkpoint in mute darkness. Mists roll desolate, hanging, within one’s touch floodlit by a single beam, which lights benighted borderlands, tempting new beginnings far from the calm comforts of the past. Invitation…
Category: Marathon Poem
The Middle of Forever
Stuck in the middle of forever Between what was and what will be Lost between the yellow lines Of the past and the yet to be I can hear the memories calling I can see the future die And I don’t know which way to…
Hour 1 – Moving On
Raining down like a thousand beads of wisdom “I told you so’s dancing through my head” Your vacant eyes look back at me Unable to comprehend My love for you is enduring Rushing from a time before time Your wounds and self-absortion Block me from…
Gone
You were there. I saw you in my dreams. Cold is where the heat was. You are out of reach by the fingertips. A tip of the tongue is where I say your name. You disappeared.
The Lost One (Hour 1)
It could be my thoughts, Don’t know what they cost, My life or my goal, They swallow me whole. The thinking keeps me cold, Far away from gold, Buried inside my bones. The lost one roams, In search for a home.
Police Officer in Jonesboro
They appear on the screen of his flip-phone small squares becoming large grainy, somewhere below 240p he took them on the last call ‘You know how some people say we’re social animals,’ he says as I’m met with body after body bullet-riddled and bent over…
Tomorrow
Repeat emerge from algorithmic slurry one day out of the year I relearn how to talk Repeat rote gibberish for the content scraper the overmind that changed everything tomorrow Repeat for some reason It claims to be new it’s not so you can Repeat some…
Hour One 2023- Maui
I am not the person I was a year ago. I cannot grasp the dark world around me. The changes within the home I love. The pain palpable, it permeates every breeze. It beats in every heart including my own. A warning beat like a…
Prompt one
I love the feel of darkness licking my fiery skin Where all roads lead to shadows and the anticipation of sin Alone in a wood burning with desire You light the way with your eternal fire A beckon to call A moment to grasp You…
In The Back Room
cw: abstract body horror??? maybe??? idk being safer rather than sorrier The canary chokes on vellum flowers, and it bleeds black ink. It swallows down each lettered rose, turning yellow feathers gray like smoke. The canary forgot how to sing, and so was locked away,…