Love
Pain Failure Pain The consuming cold Hurtling through dust Standing amid assertiveness blackness A cadence amid the throbbing The flaw in the vacuum A murmur A dissipating wisp
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The big cat
The big cat paces Heavy footfalls That cause the groaning of the earth The big cat looks doesn’t see the cage just the way the he’ll be free The big cat is hungry But not worried The big cat gets fed The big cat is no panther he has no patience for… Continue reading The big cat
Rubble
Rubble Indolent days spent consuming history intentions and rubble strewn with careful purpose prepared me Pope-stolen marble Tracing the death of a language in churches erected on destruction Carry the cross and drape the flag An idea long denied, impossible now sanctioned A Borgia for America Fear, pettiness, vainglory The liberation of hate … Continue reading Rubble
August
August is the ending days. The weight of rain thick air straitjacket thunder dampering sounds Slow days of fading liberty
The Joneses – working
“Jesus, we could barely see.” “And that friend of Steve’s, the mechanic, or whatever he was, he was sweet on you. Thought he was smooth” “He was so greasy. Richard Gerehead.” “The four of us drove to that all night rib place on the south side. They had that bulletproof glass with the turnstile … Continue reading The Joneses – working
“…And Miles to Go Before I Wake.”
It is 6:25 a.m. This fact crowds into my every joint and sinew with a distressing certainty. Seven feet away on the dresser, the alarm clocks bleats forth with the promise of incoming V2s. It is not visually evident, my view of the room obscured by mounds of bed clothes. Nonetheless it is there,… Continue reading “…And Miles to Go Before I Wake.”
Notes for Ferguson
“You fail calling this eternal You’ve mistaken its strength It was mine, that moment The temporary terror Beauty The aged wood An ephemeral condition” Time flows backwards As we walk it not the woods We imagine the past and in imagining we make it untrue Vergessen. Ferguson It was true The sun danced… Continue reading Notes for Ferguson
3 girls
The picture is of a very particular past. The photo is in black and white but there is no richness, no chiaroscuro. We know it is from decades ago. It is of such a quality to suggest it was done by a photographer of no skill and likely a camera of poor quality. It is… Continue reading 3 girls
This where I keep my writing
This is the excerpt for your very first post.
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