ReBlog Wednesday – “The Weight of Time and Place”

  The Weight of Time and Place – Hokus Grey   Our past has weight. It’s heavy. Not like a rock we carry around, but dense like a star. Our past has gravity. It doesn’t just pull us backwards. It distorts our view of the present, as well as the future. We get so used … Continue reading ReBlog Wednesday – “The Weight of Time and Place”


I don't remember how it felt to touch you. I don't remember my hands on your skin. Casting my mind back seems ineffective, I just end up here; alone again.   There's no knowledge of your face, or ministrations. There's no sense of the smell of your hair. My mind has lost some critical detail; … Continue reading Overexposed

Summer Sun Shower

Snapshots of summer days; rain falling crystalline from a cloudless sky. Children laugh and splash about in purple, polka-dot galoshes, singing songs only understood by the initiated.   The grown ups seek shelter; rolling up newspapers and rushing inside, with half hearted instructions for their kids to follow, knowing their orders will be ignored.   … Continue reading Summer Sun Shower

Memories and The Smell of Gasoline

I am here, in the place where fate resides. A waste of time, or just erasing mine? A clean slate, another state of mind. I have lost direction, must have missed a sign.   I got caught up for a minute in your grand design. Didn't see that I had missed my ride. Only for … Continue reading Memories and The Smell of Gasoline

You, God and The Weatherman

. My hands are no longer steady. My pistols sit in decorative cases, long unused. There was a time that we would roam far and wide, beyond the confines of our eyesight, but now the night brings only hunger and regret. My old Ford would make the trip through the country, into the city and … Continue reading You, God and The Weatherman


No cover, no bigger rush. No other, so much for this shit. There lies the favor, love her or hate her, here is your saviour; shrouded in malcontents.   Sit and wonder how I stand, what I've done with my own hands. Draw out this distorted love, where is the one that I dream of? … Continue reading Bastards

Heals All Wounds

So many scars on my body from the past, that's all done and over now healing sleep as it comes.   So many years, now all in the past, been burning and cutting, the learning that lasts.   Come through, now Heaven and Hell lay behind. No forward vision the future is blind. This is … Continue reading Heals All Wounds

Drinking With My Dark Past…. And Loving It!

I gather all my specters from the deep waters and sing songs to long gone wisps of memory that once held me in chains. We drink deeply of melancholic elixirs, imbibing of the dear lost ones; while predicting with drunken certainty things still to happen. I have some very rambunctious skeletons. They have never stayed … Continue reading Drinking With My Dark Past…. And Loving It!

Death of a Way of Unliving

And so it begins, as one of me dies another takes its place. As torn limbs and loves      grow stronger amidst my own demise. I wandered through the ruins,    trying to descry what I had been. Here and there   a shaded memory  survives. I know if I disturb them        they'll dissolve. … Continue reading Death of a Way of Unliving