Remind me why I live here…
Dare we admit that time will ne’er be right?
‘Tis 2 AM; we’re far from ending night.
“Congratulations! You have advanced from…”
Well, I bagged it yesterday when I should have written (slept in gloriously – no regrets), so I’ll see if I can pull something out today.
the wheels turn /
and slowly the body /
succumbs to the treads and the weight /
of the monster it carries,
in catching up on a life that was lost, I’d miss the living in front of me.
the body count
in swirling chaos /
together – we find center /
and you make me feel
Or IS it a “sign” at all?
I know, I know, my writing has been spotty (at best) for the last couple months. Ironically, this wordless patch … More
Who is the Weakest Link?
What I pull out may render sad or jolly; Too big for my britches?
how did we go from
hairy bodies with clean faces
to bare skin and bushy beards?
He doesn’t come / when you call / usually.
The clouds always part
For in the end,
Love Runs to Us,
And Refuses to Ever let Us go.
Whatever form that functions is the thing
That proffers wisdom, be it balm or sting.
wisps of potential
the sun’s rays,
which was recently warm.
Little things piled up. Thing which, under normal circumstances, would have rolled off my back, but they ALL. HAPPENED. AT. ONCE.
We find ourselves