The day began in tears yet ended up in contentment Was it the sense of accomplishment at the end of a busy day or the surprise of your thoughtfulness? i don’t care to analyze. I just rejoice. Continue reading
Tag: Life
My Brain Is Like An AK-47
It spits out memories like bullet rounds at unexpected times, short bursts of power that leave me momentarily maimed & gasping & completely unprepared for the fallout. It takes me back to a dark, dank closet with a locked door, to a room bathed in twilight and ice that still feels like my fault, to a dusty country road where I turned back when I might have escaped. My brain is like an AK-47 but isn’t that what makes us human? Taking a bullet to the gut now & then, absorbing the pain but not allowing it to kill us. Continue reading My Brain Is Like An AK-47
A Little Story I Wrote
is included today on “Readers Report Back” on The Rumpus. (The first one.) I’m happy. Continue reading A Little Story I Wrote
Through the Holes
I caught you in the air like a lightning bug You glowed between my hands, my feet left the ground Our effervescence could not be harnessed, could not be saved in a glass jar with a lid We escaped through the holes and became swallowed in the night Continue reading Through the Holes
Too Far Gone
His eyes were black like something burnt in the bottom of a skillet. Her hair was red and she wore it up, errant tendrils stuck to the back of her neck like clotted blood On a moonless night they went riding, the big BSA thrumming between their thighs, the sameness of a small southern town burning at their backs, shimmering like something from an apocalyptic fantasy The wind in their faces felt as hot as the flush of adolescent hormones before they learned how to quench that parched thirst, all fingers and sweaty arm pits and muffled groans They rode bare-headed with eyes wide … Continue reading Too Far Gone
On 13 Days of Rain
Hush now, dog! There’s nothin’ on the front porch but an empty chair rockin’ in the rain spatter drippin’ off the roof. Thunder’s rappin’ an a-rollin’ and lightenin’s doin’ the stanky leg ‘cross the sky – yeah, it’s loud enough to wake the dead but they best stay sleepin’ lest they float away. Continue reading On 13 Days of Rain
South From Southwest
Footsteps through an arid town, dreams lost by one misstep. A blue Chevy truck travels a thousand miles where kudzu grows virulent in secret places swallowing white sparkling sand. Dunes shift, foliage grows, lives move on. Continue reading South From Southwest
An Aerial View
I never said forever. That’s a time continuum I can’t comprehend in a world too tightly bound by years. Today is my commorancy, my roots are in this moment and each one that follows, as it exists. The long tunnel into the future is too narrow, I will not be stuck there. Take my hand, look into my eyes and feel the fresh air on our skin. Now. _____________________________________ Shared with dVerse Poets Pub. Continue reading An Aerial View
