Farewells are never fair To be honest why did we create such a word? If it death, that certainly isn’t a fair way to whisper heartfelt goodbyes If it by force, how fair is that? My dear friend must return to a place where her…

What if we could stop the clock? Or divert those ominously marching hands down a rabbit hole spiral of clock faces, let them eat away at an infinite mobius strip, an ouroboros-esque monster, while we continued to live unafraid. Existing only adjacent to the now-pointless…

there was a fraying like the veins of a tomato plant never offered a skeleton of support falling over into the dirt ready to be wrapped in a death shroud seeds never to meet their resurrection pulled and tossed into the garbage instead during the…

all I can say is that cruelty was leaking out of you but I had no empty buckets within arms’ reach so I had to swallow all of it mouth agape, taking in hundreds of ounces of such loathsome stuff turning myself inside out to…

Shadows and light dance in winged flight across the tapestry of every mind in sight different every view i couldn’t begin to fathom what’s in your heart and so why try to understand your mind? Walk under ladders, step on the cracks  Sidestepping wont bring…

This morning I opened my eyes. I stretched… I smiled… Freedom! A beautiful day with the rooster crowing His perfectly obnoxious cry. A new day. A new start. To the “best summer ever.” The last year has been chaotic. School in pandemic times. Isolation… Zooms……

The sun is making it’s dinner. It is yet not done through as everything in the tagine is moving slowly from that distance. Philip V. Coombs 9-10pm.

Hell is not a place It is a heart One that beats too many times a minute At the thought of you. It’s telling myself to be calm When this stupid muscle goes crazy Just at the sight of you. Hell was never a place…

Hillside dark, water calm A single lantern floating Veil shredded, flowers dead A sudden, rotten, bloating Bride alive, Corpse husband A shovel with sticky coating Crunching earth, shifting waves A victim left ungloating. Crime unseen, story untold The lantern no longer floating.

Endings   It’s the beginning, but it might as well be the end– the days are long and hot—the mind sliding toward the edge. When I think of my ending I think of the sky, the way it turn to dusk and the color fades….