Counting the days #22

(my chalk marks on the wall of our days apart)

Wine Days

Trickling down my throat and
teasing my tongue; 
your dusty depths pour out
of this bottle and into my 
glass…

Moon Curse

Curse comes with with the moon
phase pulling the tide to shore
hungry mollusks awaiting to feast
on my algae ridden brain

Too Much

Part of my emerging essay collection. At least I’m calling them essays because its not poetry, not a short story…maybe prose?

It stuck in my throat, this goodbye of sorts. I’m terribly impatient, and my pride has taken quite the beating waiting around. I guess this is what the sages…

Everything is real

Everything’s reality

Everything is all

She Said

Short-form Companion #2

Calm under blue sky,
she awaits. I feel no pain
as the world goes dark.

♓

Original poem

No more DONALD DUD. Assassination Politics is what he is now doing DAILY

Jesus — A God Problem

After talking with Mary, Jesus spoke with with Abba.

trial of steel, chambers of mud

chiseled metal and other elements grafted