Change for Coffee

  Sounds of a busy café morning. Came this way just to escape. A table in the corner. Coffee, and something light for breakfast. Eyes down on your phone, but they take in everything. Watching the room, to see if anyone is watching you. So painstakingly prepared, the perfect picture of beauty. Disheveled, like you … Continue reading Change for Coffee

Connections

  Can`t explain the plait that wove me into you. Never together, at least, not in this world. I obsess over your subtle imperfections, like a sculptor pining for his chisels. Fate is a tempting dream, one that does not seek any of our permissions. It’s funny, the way the lines get drawn. Connections made, … Continue reading Connections

ReBlog Wednesday – “Rescue Breathing”

July 2020 doesn't seem that long ago in retrospect, but when I try to place myself back there, the timeline seems chaotic and obscured. I recall a daily ritual of wondering what fresh hell would visit us each day. Chaos and a riot of emotions. COVID-19 countermeasures in full swing. Domestic terror from every corner. … Continue reading ReBlog Wednesday – “Rescue Breathing”

Mental Health Monday – 01.23.23

#mentalhealthmonday#mentalhealthawareness Who's ready? Me neither. Who's gonna do it anyway? Me too. The only thing we have is our resilience. There is a famous quote attributed to John Wayne, "Courage is being scared to death, but saddling up anyway." That's what we're doing today. We're being courageous. We're going to get up and do the … Continue reading Mental Health Monday – 01.23.23

Broken Boy Songs

   Coming inside from a cold, hard day out there again. We live it through a window, a screen or a story told. You step back in and we don’t even know how long you’ve been gone. You’re dirty and tired, singing your broken boy song. They all gather around to hear what you have … Continue reading Broken Boy Songs

The North Slope

  Dawn comes and the silver light of our companion Moon abandons us for the blaze of her cousin, Sun. We had bathed in starlight only sweet hours ago, now torn to pieces by the glare from an empty sky. We try to hide amongst the mirrored walls of city landscapes. We tunnel deep under … Continue reading The North Slope

Born on The Downside

  Thought it would be different. The closest we would ever be to gliding in the silent twilight on a sea of dreams. Took the time to ask the questions and read the answers in the leaves. Listen to the wind’s soft whisper, telling us how we would be. Yet, here we are, only just … Continue reading Born on The Downside

The Old Bridge

  Walked along the old bridge. Summer comes and we’re both chasing old times. We were just punk kids. Didn’t know what we would do with our lives. A couple six packs and a bag of weed, an old guitar, and that was all we needed to burn away the day. Thought we were gonna … Continue reading The Old Bridge

The Swamp

. Eyes as big as night, wet with tears. A quickening storm. A light burns bright on the horizon. A signal fire guiding us home. Weary hearts, and minds struggling. From the plains, through the swamp. We lost good people in the morass, and the muskeg. Those who couldn’t see their way though. Never thought … Continue reading The Swamp

ReBlog Wednesday – “Runaways”

We have all wanted to run away. From who we are, a situation we're in, a job, a relationship, a place. We have all at some point just wanted to stand up, walk outside, and run until our breath or legs fail us. Or drive. Drive until the fuel runs out, or until we have … Continue reading ReBlog Wednesday – “Runaways”

01.15.23

  My heart appeals to what you are inside. Consciousness bleeds through every pore, tempting the blade to vivisection. It takes real guts to let it all show. To split the skin and reveal your true nature. You have always remained hidden for fear of predators, but now, I see you naked, teeth bared, and … Continue reading 01.15.23

The Backrooms

  Show me the way out. I’ve been wandering these back rooms for far too long, searching for something familiar. Hopeless as an empty shopping mall, this place exudes a certain hunger. One that never ends. A devouring force of nature. Pass upon another theater. Always the same thing that’s showing. Some inane melodrama, sticky … Continue reading The Backrooms

The Foothills

  One dead tree on a featureless plain. Windswept grassland, empty and forlorn. Reddish gold scrub brush shudders under an uneasy sky. Far in the distance, dark forests climb, until the mountains break through to point accusingly upward. A cold wind moans mournfully. The sun lingers behind cover, as if dismissive of this place. Here … Continue reading The Foothills

Birdsong

  Pushing through the garden gate. Something getting in the way. Look around and try to place the reason I cannot escape. The beauty here is so profound, springing up out of the ground. Never lost and never found. Still can’t bear to stick around. Amongst the green, and blue, and red I have spent … Continue reading Birdsong

Roots and Boundaries

  Staring out a thousand eyeless windows. Each light a soul and every cluster a creation. Hard concrete skins, steel steam pipe vessels, and an appetite that never ceases to feed, or fight, or fuck. There is no starlight where the streetlight glow. The bright moon, displaced by lit neon and kaleidoscopic billboards. Moving through … Continue reading Roots and Boundaries

Shift

  Shift through phases.   Little child. Sunshine, summertime, and smiles. Dark nights. Many tears, and so much fear. Dreaming of running away. No place to go. Finding my only escape.   Shift through phases.   Young man. Still a scared little child. Looking in all the wrong places for all the wrong things, and … Continue reading Shift