Friday, March 30th

I haven’t written anything in a while, except this strange collection, in response to a rather unsual and remarkably significant evening. “Excuse me, but you ruined my outfit. Please get a room, I was laughing so hard I spilled beer all over my pants.” Disposable plastic cups Disposable encouters Disposeable impressions Disposable chances Disposable lovers [...]

Blanketscapes

The whited-out streets are ours, Fresh snow glimmering under neighbourhood lights, Illuminating the few trees still left on this block— A less-than-perfect stage, but it’ll do. * You can be little red riding hood, I’ll be the wolf; Or be Grettel, lose Hansel, I’ll follow your crumbs; Perhaps be Rapunzel, and let down your wet [...]

Railroad ties.

With midnight tracks awakened, She hands you one last swig of vodka revelations. Fuzzy mice, like thoughts, dart back and forth, Frantically weighing their options Under the cycloptic eye of the approaching train. * West, she smiles, with well-liquored lips; You fumble with the lid for an empty bottle, Setting small goals, While she comes [...]

Cloud Pillars

you are green clouds perched on the tallest pillar, you are the lowest flowing dreams of humanity. keeping us on our toes always reaching for more, you reject the selfish and reward the kind and true. to believe the book is to doubt your brilliance, to trust the theory is to ignore your mastery. would [...]

RISE RISE!

Medium: Black and White Crayon on Paper Audio Accompaniment – Hold My Hand – UNKLE

I am born again.

Man made government is an opinion, a belief of authority which exists solely on the premises of its own inherent importance, which could be discontinued at any point. Man has become so enthralled with this superficial creation that he is losing sight of the very boundaries of both reality and reason. Does not the health [...]

Gladys

It is not easy being here. I was actually doing this so innocently. You could ask me anything. Our world is made up of many struggles and hardships. Life carries on and is actually a vicious cycle. I will do my time and face the world with total boldness. Hope you are doing okay? The [...]

Tickling the OH! Spiky Spirit

All locations are dry, upland habitats on ridges or near the transitions of woodlands and meadows.

today is yesterday’s future.

Soldiers rouse my slumber Apprehensive rest Soldiers plague my classroom Where is freedom now? Awakened by the pitter-patter The raining down of lead Imprinted in mine ‘I’ Uninvited sorrow The hysteria of tears Desensitizing children Of every tribe Violence attaining violence The ends reflect the means

A MASON JAR FULL OF STONES

the point of a poem is the explanation (the clearer picture) through the fog. and now I’m lost for words – I’m sinking spinning falling shaking. falling further

and the paint gave us a headache…

the big fat God that makes me cry

click it! click it! oh god! the geometry!

goats/<3.

g’night sweet goats. belle (mother) passed on just weeks later. g’night belle.

night/light.

The transition is going smoothly, thank-you.

I HOPE SHE TREATS YOU WELL

Lukah was brave she dazzled, even me, enough to believe in the innocent intentions and those girls, the night she wore that red sweater i watched her spin through blue in mid-transformation and spit sweet smoke on the concrete as she designed blueprints for how to be human, here she’d been chasing Khyber all along [...]

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