Things that are hollow: going tomorrow hoping to save my soul hoping really to forgive yours wading through the shit that collected protectedrepresentations of your tender years cover nicely put on a sheen make it look something like your dreamsall of these things shelter your fears crafted carefully to tell the story you want to … [Read more…]
only forgiving only forsaking only for taking do unto all those others as they do unto you everyday as they will with wills of steel and wheels the torrent drags you under one more time and this time there is no air in front of you around you astound you in plain sight might as … [Read more…]
all of us did manage to fit around that table, farmhouse lamp like a hurricane lamp hanging over the table, knees knocking underneath. i brought homemade cloth napkins, the ones from our wedding, w/ little fabric tags pinned on. folks used permanent markers to decorate their tag and keep the napkin for the weekend. someone … [Read more…]
big chill style reunion, lots of folks old and new – sharing houses and meals, homemade napkins, homemade bread w/ bicycles etched into the dough before baking – giant plate of all the leftovers in the fridge thrown together – hugs at the door and five dogs colliding and strangers looking on at the old … [Read more…]
big chill style reunion, lots of folks old and new – sharing houses and meals, homemade napkins, homemade bread w/ bicycles etched into the dough before baking – giant plate of all the leftovers in the fridge thrown together – hugs at the door and five dogs colliding and strangers looking on at the old … [Read more…]
and that’s a horrible thing to say. how can i say that about my own mother? what am i thinking?
everyone wants a particular kind of heaven to live on. their own personal vision of truth and comfort that should make a happy place for everyone. it must be lonely there in the ethereal. but faith is a funny thing to try to hold on to. it slips in and leaves you blind. falling in … [Read more…]
everyone wants a particular kind of heaven. at least that’s what the angels tell me. they say everyone wants a soft place to fall, a pillow that’s familiar. it smells like home and the sweet of a dear lovers’ hair. it’s sad they say. the ride is fun because we scream together over the tracks. … [Read more…]
dusk settles into the dark of night. it’s that time of day when sounds are amplified; take away my sight and i’ll hear all the night creatures stirring. i still feel the last of the sun’s warmth on my skin. i wrap tighter in your thick flannel and stretch my legs out on the porch. … [Read more…]
Don’t make that mistake Don’t assume your dreams are your own They do not belong to you They draw breath and become flesh and pulse with life But it does not have to be yours I saw some hope in you, and stopped to take a chance I took a leap of faith and challenge … [Read more…]