The Things Of Us

The Things Of Us

I’m so damn angry, at the way things have turned out, at the poison that just came out of my mouth. At the words that just flew could I tell you they had a mind of their own?  I can’t because you’re positive I’m made of stone. That everything...

Pull

I pull. In and out of it and wrap myself in the thunder that surrounds it.There is no safe space here, in the dark where the lights go low and the shadows come up and the answer is always no. Have there been others? That traipsed this path with feet covered in sand...

Think

They have all forgotten to move or to breathe. They have all forgotten to dance and to be swift and cunning and electric. They have forgotten that I existed once in this space where quiet voices heard and wanted and desired me. I have forgotten how to exist among...

Snow

Loneliness came calling in the dead of night for her. It crept up into her bed and made it cold, it hummed with the empty space. “The quiet will be the death of me.” She knew this, and yet her feet remained anchored, the television remained off, the...

Put Me Back

If you listen closely you can hear the churning. It hums in the night while we are sleeping, dull roars we have become accustomed to, the quiet clacking of things moving as they should, in circles without anyone giving it a moments notice. I asked for someone to give...