As I sit, out on the porch,
on a hot summer evening,
beside my plants, watching ‘em survive,
as they lay, so greatly scorched.
the cup in my hand,
The currency is hours.Come on spend thousandsfor a piece of my tongue in a comma.
you expect me to laugh along
The tenebrosity of the alley behind the Columbia Dinerheld whatever was. And for that, we become what we become.
Istand out in the yard and I face each direction,All the cardinals and their…
Unedited, I took a
Picture unfiltered.
I read Heart of Darkness with its words stirring in my soulthe beating rhythm of what lies beneath my very skinthat…
Pinned to the sea floor
Weight of oceans on her back
Formless
Timeless
Lightless
Memoryless