Claire, love, you are the one
I become Judas with every stolen kiss
Quickly I’ll be found for a fraud
yet still within your salvation
Light for the sake of light. This is what’s reflected in the mind, and this is what they never understand. There is nothing left in that terrible fluorescence, certainly nothing truly illuminated . In the dark, there are the real answers. Hidden and almost within reach. And so we…
Friday. The parking lot is still wet from late afternoon rain, the sky breaking out of its grey prison into the freedom of an August sunset. Leaning over a second story balcony with a cigarette and beer, I begin to smile. My mind is gin clear, and I can once again see the world as…
Reading, writing and arithmetic (counting quarters for hotel laundry) is how I spend my April evenings. By night, thoroughly sterilized in white towels and white sheets, I am left with an iodine mind. I lay down and ask myself the old questions with strict repetition. “What am I…