Poetry Circle
At The Well
It's alarming, unknown to me, how somewhere the memories mutter and some fade. Some disagree. Some approach nearly faded and speak to me. Quiet apparition, names once spoken, beds we once shared. Bodies and tears. Where I found gladness unprotected. So often, I don't remember. Clouds gathere...
Geologic
So many are the colours, the patterns, in he sedimentary stones before me. They are what once was, all bound together. Plant and animal a part of what is seen. Weather and water and life gave birth and so was dispensed and locked within. Then eroded. Even we have come from stone. Maybe one d...
Over Malady of Drifts
It's with a steady passage into lethargy I came to this night. It's with the unique loneliness that comes with night and a blizzards face. The cold sweeps in, the phones are quiet on their hooks. I crush oranges to make a drink with bitters and bourbon, in hopes the worst will pass beneath the...
Feral Phases of the Moon
There has been a full moon all week long. Strangers come to my doorstep asking for a ride into town. The clouds weep and the tears pour out in rivers over the earth, far too saturated to bear more. A friend wrecks his car in a field, and I was right there. Knowing nothing…
Aztec: Piece One
How would Fate prefer us? What about Fate and how we remember her? Fate possesses an unfortunate state in all our lives, she seems to lack control as she brings some together and let's others slip apart. Who could say that Fate is cruel or indifferent? Maybe she just knows better than us. Fa...
With All and Nothing
It's hard to say how many books one who reads, reads in one life. We're unsure of our days, when they'll keep coming or when they will come to a close. I can only imagine. Both books and my days to come. I wish I could say that all that I have found has set…
Roman Wine
I’ve learned few lessons over this course of one and one half year. I cannot say how often our last meeting has kept me awake, made me shake my head to clear away the tears of shame I felt coming. I was wrong to have assumed you would feel the same for me when I…
Two Kings
Years ago I transported a meth addict and his girlfriend to an old, dour mansion on one end of Omaha. There was a stone wall and a large iron gate from which all the black paint had long ago weathered away. It stood in a rusted majesty, a sign of it’s resistance to time…
Noctuary I
I had the sweetest descent into the winter's cold of night, where the clouds had all cleared and the stars shown bright.
roots
I am the deep blue nothing drowning in the noise choking choking break repeating reaching reaching empty drifting fading fading just the surface I am the deep blue nothing.