Being home again is seeing it all through thick glass, or some distorted mirror. Everything is newly appreciated, like I had never truly looked before, but at the same time distorted by trying to see it all through the memories that came before. Too many months of thinking about these places, these people, these daily motions that I can, or can’t, ( Read more... )

once everything fades out to flatness and dust I’ll be okay again. When the cities are gone and the flooding muddy streets are gone and its all grey and dry, I’ll settle. I keep looking at my body, making sure its here. I am on this train, I am moving east. Even when I’m asleep, my body travels east, my brain fluids change with the time zones. I ( Read more... )

late afternoon and quiet, empty house. The tree glows in the corner, the only light. Outside, snow begins to fall; gently, huge soft flakes. Big enough to really look like goose down, like feathers shaken from the white, blank sky. The snow gives the light a certain bright, cold quality that shines through the windows, brightening the room without ( Read more... )

Good part of my day ( Read more... )

She is stretched into sky ( Read more... )

Smoke is creeping over the hills,
air-dry and harsh on my spent lungs;
blocking out darkness and open humanity
letting me huddle and creep beneath these blankets.

There’s a fire somewhere,
But I can’t see it.
My eyes are shut tight as
I push through walls of obscurity,
Hidden flames hot against my skin.

do you love him Caddy ( Read more... )

I dream that i am living in a used car lot. My house is floating in a pavement sea, colored metal shit surrounding me. I wake up late, look out the window, and all I can see for miles is glinting metal in the noon sun. Like the corrugated tin roofs of the slums in nairobi; frightening in that same way. But this is a sea of affluence, of excess ( Read more... )

They are sitting in a warm circle of light on the soft spot of my inner wrist, right at the base of my palm. Heads together, laughing. The rest of the kitchen is swimming in semi darkness, slipping in and out of reality. I am not sure of anything anymore, but these three women, their strength and love. They seem rooted, feet firmly on the wooden ( Read more... )

A young couple pose under the arch ( Read more... )