Writing Words with Words

Sonnie’s Edge

“They can’t see past it. No one can.”

Inside the song ‘30’ (from an outside perspective)

How Creative Can You Be…

How creative can you be when you’re hiding in your home, nothing to do but contemplate numbers as the days stretch…

I should write a love letter…

To all the things that never were but could have been. To the feelings and actions tucked between heavy…

Escape

If one goes to an island to escape, you’re the boat I use to get there, the shape of your figure the oars, your lips the sails, and your love the…

What of your altars?

The goddess will always ask, what can you do for you?
What of your altars?
Eager to give when there are rewards,
but what…

He took a step. 
I thought about a suspension bridge,
How you can’t help but hold the rope.
You see the planks, then the rocks below
and sight doesn’t save you from shaking.

Dry, sand expansion, nothing but blue halos for us on this stretch of broken glass -- blast the water from speakers, make this body sing, skeletal dance to bring the rain; sweat to trick, each breeze a tease, we don’t care as long we drink from the bass, earthquake shake, treble making chorus, muses pressed close, hips locked swaying like ocean…

A question.

If you were to collect the seconds lost during transit — when you are waiting, sleeping, or caught in the middle of a moment ending and…