mayday ( Read more... )

as sadness gives way to hopeyou start in the morning by hoping not to be sad; this is the best way you can see things progressing. being happy outright just isn't practical, not for someone who has so many things in his pockets: two or three forms of identification, credit cards, a smart phone, an old picture that is frayed around the edges, a ( Read more... )

we were together. i forget the rest.you have to choose when to dance and when to be sorry for dancing. like birds you let free from a rooftop, assuming they'll know the way home. what happens to the lost ones? it's a big sky, mostly blue. i'm sorry i scared you ( Read more... )

like children running round the bendwhat a world my hands beget ( Read more... )

a wayward gustonly hope ( Read more... )

forgiveness is the release of all hope for a better past

first, in the labyrinthine depot, a man talks to me in an accent he sincerely wants me to comprehend. his factory lips press out cynicism and a carved smile, and he peppers his undertoned conversation with shouts to passing tourists, "which bus? gate 164. no, thank you, ma'am." i am half ( Read more... )

the day they cut your teeth out ( Read more... )

sleet slouches down the side of the trolley, over an ad for a support hotline. the woman pictured, already painted morose, cries saltless tears that well up where the poster is torn. there is a parade today that wasn't canceled--the weather couldn't scare anyone off--and a blanket of umbrellas deflects one man's wetness onto another man's ( Read more... )

( silas )

( obadiah )