i buried you here why are you rising again i do not want you   this haunting won’t end you pretend to be my friend reopening wounds   you come all too soon i never recognize signs so i fight against   keep calling me…

Mitch Brown hr 5   in a bottle Time in a bottle, Jim Croce said it best A time to remember a time gone by And a time to let it rest. A time to remember those who have gone And to remember those we…

Attaching closeness so often in life Some pull still faded Others shine standing out but can’t be felt Are these chords finite Do I attach myself to myself with the illusion of another, Overused words dull echos in a murky landscape, Let those love now…

“If I could save time in a bottle,” sang Jim Croce, “the first thing that I’d like to do, is to save, every day, til eternity passes away, just to spend them with you.” What is a time capsule, but time somehow encapsulated, in what…

Don’t cancel me when I awake from the long sleep. I am not Rip Van Winkle – lost in an abyss – erasing everything that was around twenty or forty years ago. Who are you to revise the past and teach half truths to innocent…

Talk to things that won’t listen Judge things that don’t care Make a difference in everyone else’s lives but your own Apply yourself to something useless   Stretch to reach something nearby Dream of dreaming Collect someone else’s memories Revoke your own permits   Welcome to…

Digging into the past is a literal term when one unearths a time capsule. Unexpected discovery in the garden of my new home, prodded from underneath the dirt by a tiller. I expected to find the remains of a pet, in the rusty metal box….

new vistas bad music where you hear the back bass but not the words train station humm vanilla point of vanishing us onto paper battered tumbled hard breaking us out of bedroom holding a quiver of line waiting to read in open public doors open…

She peeks out Gently pushing back the cover of darkness She rises, slowly singing the night its favorite lullaby She coaxes night to fall asleep The time is hers Her time is now Suddenly she breaks forward with full strength The clouds are ablaze with…

shoulder to shoulder facing us and eternity Morandi’s dusty bottles