Problems
Problems–usually deeper than we want to admit
Problems–usually deeper than we want to admit
Forever buried in unanswered questions
Are we nothing but ice reshaping fire?
And then you devour me
And there you are floating, floating up into atmospheres and stratospheres, higher, higher until the ground is a toy world populated with ants crawling, crawling behind doors, shutting, shutting each other out into darkness distant space walks between here and there, folding, folding into small paper packages floating, floating among pillars of dust left in […]
I wonder why it’s you instead of someone else, why I’ve latched on to us like I have. It’s like they say, those mysterious knowers of the universe. Those pivotal moments in our lives shape who we become. I’ve had so many, but only one where love is concerned, at least romantic love, and it […]
I’ve walked the highways on your face, the shoe-worn paths spidering your cheeks, wrinkling your smile. The criss-cross tributaries carry your memories like ships carry cargo, and I wonder if we all wear our walks on our faces like you do or if some hide their lives in their eyes or under their fingernails, if […]
These expectations keep chipping away, falling or crashing, I’m not sure which, into the darkness of future, of time’s sticky hands, spinning, twirling, mesmerizing me into tornadoes of details too fine to pinpoint, too blurry to believe, and I tumble like those expectations, crumble and splash through space, end over end, on and on, until […]
I keep covering these cracks with plaster smiles and cement laughter that hangs heavy in the air, sticking to flaws like mean girls. Pretend and pretend, I put these vows in boxes, carry the weight of them on my hands, bury their meaning in living. Awake and awake, I imagine flowered fields and soft stretching […]
You’re so unreal, so ethereal, so faded and new at the same time. It’s like looking at an old photo, its edges fraying and tarnished, yet it’s a moment of shine, of good, of perfect, glossy and retouched yet dingy and old. That’s what you are– a movie of immaculate moments looping, a gif rewinding […]
TBI Survivor Story
Writing letters I can never send
He was so ugly that everybody died. The end!
An engineered explosion of erroneous exposition.
~chaos with coffee☕
Poetic fun for the whole asylum!
Darren Hawbrook
A rather droll affair
Shattered long ago...
Understanding someone’s way with words isn’t as simple as you think.
poetry w/teeth
Two old men write poetry, short stories and other things
Where are you John Bender...
My Imagination is the DEVIL on my shoulder
No, this blog is not about love.