Can’t Save Yourself
Jan 29th
Look through the dirty glass
I almost see the sky
The clutter builds and grows
I almost want to cry
Unhappy and alone
I almost want to die
But I don’t know why
I wish I had a clue
‘Cause maybe I could try
No idea what to do
Fake confidence: a lie
Can someone please speak up
Raise your voice, don’t be shy
These feelings can’t be [...]
its not desecration its vandalism
Jan 28th
It is either very late in the evening or very early in the morning, but likely the latter. Regardless, the dim light eeking in from around the edges of the window shade diffuses through the room in that way only dusk or dawn can explain. “Things” are consequently difficult to see. I [...]
Testaroni
Jan 25th
When Mitt Romney defeated Hillary Clinton in the 2008 election, the United States of America paused. Open mouths dropped into laps. On that day, every citizen was alone. Baffled by the sound of one voice from the television set, they stared straight ahead — changing the channel, hoping to switch to another dream, even another [...]
Health, Stealth, and Holiday Spirit
Jan 25th
4:57 PM
Ivy was listening intently, her left ear lightly caressing the grainy surface of the faintly ajar wooden door before her. She stood painfully still so as not to disturb the silence with the predictable, sanity-wrenching screech of the oil-deprived door hinges. Hearing a steady thrum of running water at last, she crept [...]
Electric
Jan 21st
How does something so primitive make such a lovely sound?
Take a look at an electric guitar sometime. There isn’t much going on, regardless of what make or model you hold in your hand. They’re all pretty much a couple of magnets picking up vibrations from a set of steel strings with some knobs [...]
Silmar
Jan 19th
Breathe in, breathe in, breath in ouchouchouch exhale. Crap.
I wonder briefly what might have happened if I had waited for just two more minutes. Silmar had asked me to stay for dinner, I could have- I wasn’t in that much of a hurry. It was only a four hour drive from Nashville, and it was [...]
A Process
Jan 18th
I find myself questioning more and more as time passes. A constant questioning that begun when I was of the youngest age. It seems to be a process constantly reshaping itself. Here I find the difficulty to even try to bring it into focus. Trying to process the process is an [...]
She Shot My Heart
Jan 18th
She shot my heart, twenty
caliber pistol–spiteful,
vengeful–I could not turn, plead,
beg forgiveness.
She loaded bullets packed
of cheat-ful powder–bang! Civil war,
both sides lost–countless reminiscence,
slaughtered romance.
Deaf to All, but Your Mouth
Jan 18th
Speak elongated breath–a kite
carry words, imagine–me
on a journey, blue sky–white–in
cloud pillow. Lonely head rest,
bosom soft, impressing comfort–ear
deaf to all, but your mouth.
Wings, Sprung, Cage Me
Jan 18th
You will be death
to the heart, outside bars
like little sparrow, trust feline
not stalk under its cage.
There, I–fragile–trust
freedom to give myself
like feline in lap. I surrender
independence, selfishness–you pounce,
feathers asunder! skwaks!
silent, you prance; another lap, bed.
My wings, sprung, cage me
to this ravaged heart.
Lift Me…Carry Me
Jan 18th
Lift me to dream: nightfall breeze
whisking yellow curls; bosom-balloon
floating heavy head; finger-feet
tiptoeing disheveled hair; lip-sponges
soaking anxious tears; hand-wings
gliding across frantic face
to carry me from hard woes.
Better Days to Come
Jan 18th
As the cold days approach I am reminded how the time has passed and how these pages have gone unattended. I pick the tool up again to scribe what is not important, other than to keep the hand warm and accustomed to the this tool. On this second day of November, I am [...]
To Be Young
Jan 15th
Sunlight. The sun comes up around 5:30 am on a summer morning, and I see every second. It rises in the sky like a huge orange ball. Whenever I try to watch it, though, my eyes hurt. My Mom says not to look right at it, or I’ll hurt my eyes. [...]
It is Finished
Jan 14th
Shake of the head.
I’ll miss you, but only for a while…
Pat the empty pockets, look up in shock. Forget home, forget love, forget everything. Step forward and accept your fate.
Cold. Not like walking through Boston at midnight in the dead of winter- more like the exact opposite of Hell, but not heaven. Ice numbs in [...]
Child, I say to you Arise!
Jan 11th
He spent a silent era sitting, just sitting in the darkness as the world outside plunged ahead as it always had. But in here, there was quiet. Travis was unaware of exactly how long it had been- it had been a while, a long time, but time was an idea, and lately ideas were few [...]
Tastes Poorly, Less Filling
Jan 10th
Today was my first “performance review.” I use the term loosely. I sat down with my supervisor of the last 8 months, Ed, expecting some sort of in-depth analysis of my workplace habits, demeanor, and achievement. Instead, I got a poorly formatted scrap of paper with a series of vaguely descriptive terms like “appearance” [...]
StripMall Influenza
Jan 9th
Colton grabbed his tattered green rain jacket from the floor and slung it over his shoulders. The zipper went off track and ripped straight up to his neck leaving him in what looked like nightclub maternity wear. Sighing resignedly, he headed down the hallway, past the copier, water cooler, and out the door into [...]
Full Circle On-Ramp
Jan 2nd
Essentials only. Clothes, toiletries (no shampoo, soap, or towel- that’s what the Super 8 is for). Packing is to road trips as taking cover is to Chuck Pfarrer; do it any sooner than absolutely necessary and it just isn’t cool anymore. The same goes for how much to pack. No caffeine, it’s a diuretic. Trips [...]
