Monthly Archives: September 2015

Advertisements a buck twenty wet in boots just growing chin hair smooth black code walking  tatted on the chest blazing in eyes smooth black warrior immaculate head tilted locks swinging fist up life on one side him on the other … Continue reading →

Advertisements piles of things sitting in the corner of your head unexamined frozen in time like when you see your friends twenty year old you picture as a kindergartner the book you were writing the painting you started mental clutter … Continue reading →

Advertisements he touched me with the thought of me being beautiful moved me by thinking i was rare it made me hungry for the way he saw me he touched me by seeing past the dust a diamond underneath so … Continue reading →

Advertisements you told me i was cool true like cucumbers in the summer undeniably fresh but you never understood i was for real told you my dreams they all came true except the dreams i held onto about you funny … Continue reading →

Advertisements when the spirit burns beds go unmade boxes don’t get unpacked no meals are cooked so there are no dishes to wash one purpose sustains every corpuscle turned to I will every muscle all thoughts every intention bend to … Continue reading →

Advertisements we carry things some our own some older than us some belong to others we carry them all the same in the tender light we navigate by we religiously  carry the jagged edges of broken promises the   tight … Continue reading →

Advertisements there are works that need doing fires need to be lit graves need digging some things must die so that we might live nature’s law not mine things outgrow usefulness sun sets on them and cobwebs occur things will … Continue reading →

Advertisements words brought me the world helped me to unfold it place it on a map see it clearly colored it textured it roughly to cover the places words can’t make clear when they lie on their backs bending over … Continue reading →