-
my, my, my--how poorly I escape the prison of my own familial making.
My grandfather, Valton, had a way with words. He could coin a phrase by rubbing his fingers together. He'd remember a joke from 50,000 years ago, and one-up the fuck outta it into left field. And at the stubborn ol age of 91, he died. One year ago, three weeks from now. He died a not-too-terrible, miserable old man's death. Living for number of ( Read more... ) -
Dearest J of Ls
You are the dearest of them all. And unfortunately so bereft of meaning to all my peers, that you present yourself as the perfect container for the stars in my head to align.
And yet you are so resistant. What is this modified form into which I type. What is this garbage formatting that my tattered words shall eventually succumb to when I hit ( Read more... ) -
Reweaving broken baskets
All,
half thatched and repaired
with only a faint idea of what a basket even resembles.
All,
made to contain,
made to constrain.
Most,
not even near fully formed.
Made to envelop,
just so,
a depth & diameter of just so,
much,
to sort,
to convey...just enough,
something,
washing over edges,
of anything.
So often on the very cusp of,
just that, and
discarded,
( Read more... ) -
If you only knew
THE GAME WE PLAY.
-
when I was young and wee
I do believe,
that more than once
I fell for you,
a dumb young man, also.
I did endeavor to ignore your imploring.
But I loved you.
And I wagered
that you loved me more than I loved you.
The truth ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
Dear lover,
If we counted the times I've tried to reach you, it would either be impressive, or depressive.
I know you're out there somewhere. I know that I speak only truths so you'll hear my voice and know . I know that I don't wear masks anymore, so you won't mistake me for anything other than yours when you see me. I wait patiently, knowing that ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
It's 3:32 and the lights are at 100%. The world is quiet in this tucked-up bit of dark space where I lay down my consciousness to rest each night. I am so angry at life, I can't scream myself hoarse enough to make a difference. I cannot keep it together anymore. I am worried for the future. I am terrified of the past. Everything is moving in ( Read more... ) -
Moving to NYC at a glacial pace
I was there & back again..this time with too many irons in the fire to fuck about.. I was consulting, like I've never consulted before. Thankfully all I really did is hold a baby in Timesquare & that was enough. The whole trip was worth it, sunlight spilled from the heavens, trumpets blared & shit, EVERYTHING worked out..actually, this time I ( Read more... ) -
remember when I was this, & you were that?
we were both little pill bugs ( Read more... ) -
You wrested my heart from its safe with your teeth
Don't love me because you're simply afraid of losing me. I want a pure love. One that makes me feel warm in my neck when I hear its voice. I want a love who loves me, because he loves to love me; not merely because reciprocation feels less like a noose than lonesomeness ( Read more... )