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....
The Jar Heart
I set aside a time to rage In blue on my calendar I said I would feel bad for thirty minutes and go on with life right after I said I would run faster And the noise would die down My feet against the pavement The ruin of solid ground. Compartmentalize and detract put...
Mirrors
It is seven in the morning, and everything is falling apart. She sits at the glass table and examines her feet through the floor, coffee cup in hand, slowly circling the remnants of the morning through her mind as they swill before her back and forth. Her hands don’t...
Yellow
She looks out the window to cold hard skies that scrape the ceiling of the world and fade into the early morning. The fog has dusted over and everything seems shrouded in a wetness that chills you to the bone but when she sticks her hand out to feel the rain there is...
Mud
Maybe there was a point once upon a time Maybe we could have had our own story But there was a moment Where we sort of just took this other road Turned this weird and random direction And Even if we ever got back to the tracks There would still be Mud On our shoes. ...
Tomorrow I Will
There is a man who works in the post office And everyone feels sorry for him He is old And slumps in his chair But he always smiled at everyone He hands them their mail And says have a good day And he’ll help you with the package If you made a mistake I often wonder...
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 computer remained...
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...
Re-Glued
It would seem that we have arrived at an impasse. Us, you and me, stuttering along through this thing that we are meant to call “us” but somehow feels more like a you and a me and some sticky tape that is pulling at our skin uncomfortably. We have been re-glued so...
Love Like The Dark
The hardest piece of advice I have ever received goes like this: "Never use anyone else to dilute your own loneliness". I consider myself a good person, more than most in fact, however I have never been able to adhere to this particular nugget of wisdom. Truthfully I...
I Want To Be Like Water
I want to be like water. Water has a quiet power, an ever-realized presence, a sound with no force, an ability to move and be solid. If I could be water I would slide through your cracks, inhibit your crevices and then become solid within them. I would vaporize so...
Are We
Are we there yet? In the good place? Are we in that place that sits well with us, where we are finally comfortable and no longer squirming to find places in tight spaces in crowded rooms. Where we are no longer trying to keep everything together with our bare hands,...
Hesitate
He broke gaze after thirty seconds, he knew because there was a clock on the wall right behind her head ticking away the hours they had spent there in the dark deciding if they were good for each other anymore. They quietly sipped drinks, deciding to meet at this...
The Invincible Man
In the corner store, 3501, is where I found him this time. Hunched over his desk in the same place I left him, cold, but responsive; it's happened again. I dropped my bag at the front door and began to clean up the mess he had made, picking up the bottles strewn along...
Without Me
Let us go dancing, and pore over old love letters. Let us sit in the silence and mourn the loss, let us hush our doubts in the overwhelming knowledge that we tried out best. That our blood sweat and tears have stained these bodies, have made them new and spattered...
Practical Things
I heard a story once of a boy and a girl and a time and a place and this thing they thought they could be all forgotten for more practical things Image Link Joke
Nobody Gets
It didn’t take much to figure it out, it just fell out. of her mouth, gushed forth like it had been stuck there for days pushing on her tongue before ramming through and spilling forth into the abyss. She moved her hands when she said it, like she could catch the...
A Note On The Docks
I will not be forgotten. Sitting here I demand this, will myself not to be matched by insanity, to not let doubt seep into my pores and crush my spirit. I will love and be loved, wholeheartedly understanding that pain will often come, but that pain will remind me of...
Quitter 5000
I sit in the dark and I overlook chrome. Cold hard shells holding thousands hoping that being here will inject them with life. I sit in front of a dated screen, blue light coming off of it, dinging me with responsibilities on the minute. I quit. I sit in front of the...
Quiet Hours
They say there is a time in the middle of the night called the magic hour. It's the hour when the night owls are already asleep, but the early risers have yet to wake. Magic hours, empty vessels of the morning. We pass them by, daily in fact, dreaming old old lovers...
In The Details
The devil is in the details. In the hands, two, three, four, clutched in an embrace that will eventually die but not for lack of trying. The devil is in all the things she said, all the things he never did. In the quiet building of walls, the stone being carved from...
Day 61
It has been 60 days. 60 days of turmoil and cotton brain and almost nothing coming to fruition. It had been a hundred days before that of hustle and bustle, of things coming together, of the air being electric. The storm has died, and although I cursed it's presence I...
In
In the darkness we covet, heavy breathing the last seconds by telling each other promises. You told me you would build us a house full of flowers that would come to the door in your hand and bathe me in the scent of roses. You said that we were in love forever, you...
Looking
They told me a long time ago to cover up, to stop looking at people like that. To avoid as much eye contact as I gave, my eyes made people feel uncomfortable. I never did stop looking, my hands in turn following my eyes and touching everything, feeling everything. The...
Wait Too Long
We sit in the ashes, fragile as eggshells, pacing the room and trying not to make any noise. We cower from the light and are ashamed of ourselves, ashamed of everything that we have become, afraid of everything that we are. We have taken all the mirrors down from the...
He Did
He stopped loving her today, and not for any particular reason. She turned to him in the morning, same as always, and it had just vanished. That thing that would sit in his throat and warm him on cold nights had vacated, leaving him in the dark while the sun was...
How To Exist
In the wake of the evening the light hits the water, and the darkness is falling slowly. She has come here seeking some sort of purpose, a purpose she is sure not to get. Her round body is sinking in the water, and the moon’s reflection ripples as she puts her hands...
Hide Them
Breathe in the silence of the things we lost, the things we took at cost and everything in between. See the women in the white dresses with big diamonds on their fingers and play to the crown of onlookers that give adoring eyes and tell you she’s perfect. Look at the...
Hope
Dust settles on the sidewalk here, a chill in the air whistles through her hair and her hands. It's all over now; of that she is entirely certain. The sparks are flying all over the place, catching the wind and shooting upward until they are nothing, back to dust,...
Rooted
In the dark place sits the lion, curled up, caged. It breathes its own stink into everything, filling the small apartment with a dust that never seems to evade. Even if you think you've cleaned the place up, a ray of light will reveal the tiny particles still floating...
Clawed
It's not past seven but the day is dark, a slow trickle of rain coming through the window. He was rough around the edges, the kind that would come into the kitchen with dirty hands after spending hours under a car; but it didn't matter did it. She always fell for the...
Just Old Memories
It came in the mail early in the morning, a big fat package wrapped clumsily in packing tape. It was handed to me without the slight notion of it's significance, the mailman smiling nonchalantly as he asked me to sign my name and absorb another three dollars for...
The Nice Room
I found an old note the other day, addressed to Dear beautiful girl. It was left among old note pads and papers in between ramblings typed out on my typewriter. The edges had become worn, and you could feel the bumps on the back of the page from where rough hands had...
Ashes
In the middle of the night, I am on fire. The house is quiet, and I can hear the rush of the city below me, nothing grows here. We are laying in the ruins of us, sleeping soundly in the ashes, the smoke clouding our lungs. I know you are awake, and you know I am too....
The Most
There was a girl on the subway, with big glassy eyes and red hair. You could see she had been crying, her eyes were red and puffy, their sadness magnified by the glasses that turned her eyes into big blue orbs. She was wearing headphones, but she saw me looking in her...
Association
She breathed light and fire into everything, whole but not quite, the type who has this little part you know you could stretch open. She begs you to come inside and let her know you mean something, that she means something. She tells you she is broken but she wears it...
A Fork In The Sidewalk
There was a fork in the sidewalk, I say this without sentimentality because it was just a thing in a place as most everything is. I don't mean that there was a decision to be made or that there was something profound that would change my life in any given way, there...
The Lonely
It was cold out. Not too cold out, but the wind was predictably chill this time of year and everyone knew it too. Scarves were tightened as an extra precaution and children were sent to school bundled up so high they looked like little marshmallow people. You would...
Anything
If drowning will work I'll drown If falling is better I'll go down If speaking will lessen I'll talk till I'm blue I'll do anything Anything Just to forget you Image Link Newspaper
Nerve
Stuck in this rhythm of back and forth it would appear I have lost my nerve, lost the very thing that was supposed to be the only thing that set me apart from everyone else. And I always said that I would always be honest and blunt even if it left me alone and now it...
Again
She saw him from across the room, not expecting this kind of interaction. He saw her too, and the quick and quiet glances they exchanged went unnoticed by the guests. Each had a glass of champagne in hand, and mingled with others, slowly inching toward one another...
Homeless Hat Productions
When I was eighteen I would sit in the park for hours and watch people pass by. I would sit and think about the world and life, and lament just sitting in the park watching people go by. I would bring a notebook, and maybe make up stories but mostly just write about...
Sentimental
I'm just so damn sentimental. I kept all those things from so long ago, I kept them in my closet, in my car. I kept them when I moved cities all the way to Nashville and I kept them stowed away in memories once everything was gone. I kept all the old letters and the...
Six Chances
It was an inevitability, the crack of a hand across her face. It didn’t matter what she did or what she wore, it didn’t matter how good she had been that day, it would happen anyway. It would happen on the way home from school and in the hallways, it would happen when...
Trust Me
Trust me, he said In the middle of a mangled breathe He said Trust me What else could you possibly do when someone gives you a hand and it's all you've ever wanted He said trust me the first time I didn't I had this feeling, but even without any rhyme or reason I said...
The Black
It was the kind of thing adrenaline junkies live for, and contrary to what the diving instructors of Acona will tell you, it most certainly was not an urban legend. The signs, put up along the shore over the years cautioning everyone to stay away from The Big Black...
Gravity
We were dancing around the kitchen, her blue dress twirling around and her hair whipping in circles, the song on the radio too good to be sung while cutting vegetables. She would laugh in the middle of it because she thought she couldn’t dance, truth be told she...
Big
I saw your picture yesterday beside the bus stop. It was hanging in the air beside my ordinary thoughts that trickled down like the raindrops that used to fall along the side of our old house, the place that we used to call home. And things became so cold so quickly,...