Hour Seven Tethered to breath a rise and fall of chest- a lift of torso and a spirit, or what is left. Triggering the vagus a nerve once shaking as it’s coiled in suspended animation until the breath’s release, and to which pulse can now…

The ghost is here Sitting on the sill Looking over at me As I clean the room   My housemates don’t see The ghost is here They do not believe As I get that room clean   I try to explain but, I look so…

Hour Six A fish out of water scooped out of the expanse with a net of lies and plunged within a crystalline bowl. Flitting to the surface wherein lies the tease of sustenance and breath held in stagnancy. Feeble attempts to avoid the anglerfish and…

Hour Five Memories tucked into my breast pocket left and close to my heart. They flutter like eyelids just waking from slumber- fractured images play upon the screen of thought a tribute to remembrance to lives previously lived during my years on the back roads….

Got lost today Hopefully to find a new way A way through darkness To the light A way that flowers grow Swaying in the wind   I left prepared for the journey Everything I thought if needed Would be within arms reach Now I’m here…

I had a dream of A’Tuin The great turtle flying through space I peered over the edge and over again, The underside of the disc Expecting desolation A smooth platform to ease the labors Of four colossal elephants spinning Our great disc Instead it was…

Hour Four Outlining plans with graphite tracing the intent- gradients of charcoal delineate from our preconceived form an insult to our potential. Our attempts to take over and mold over the wire mesh construction- half-hearted clay structure unassuming to the crack from the heat of…

  It’s early Too early And there’s still too much to do And there’s still so much I can’t get through But we’re on to new beginnings And soon to some place new Just need to pack one last thing Okay one or two… The…

They say the small town life is the quiet life And word travels fast when something happens out here But now that someone’s missing, someone’s murdered, and something’s been stolen Everyone is claiming an alibi or to be in the clear Now mister Buffet, eager…

One day in distant future Ice walls walled in our pride The few of us remaining And hiding deep inside An igloo city of the ancients Built by those who burned our world After they at least reflected And leaned into saving Gaia “Now ye…