Suddenly, old is new again, and I’m not sure how it happened. Like fate or kismet or some kind of coincidence that can’t be coincidental. I remember his strong hands, the arms that held me up, that pushed me down and made me feel alive when I seemed underwater, when I seemed lost in trying […]
We were perfect once, in history, in memory, in photographic proof of when love was more than words and letters, more than buttons and screens. Before all of this, there was that. There was skin and lips and hot spring rain. Once, among palms and deserted parking lots, you held my hand and we pretended […]
I keep trying to be myself but I always end up being someone else or something else. The dirt gives way and I’m am a tumble of slips and gasps and reaches. My toes slip through the frigid air and I’m caught between you and now and it’s a mystery that finds only mismatched puzzle […]
You worship tragedy like it’s your god, omniscient and powerful and righteous. Yet you claim to want satiety, something that gives light and air and rest, a feeling of finding instead of searching, a home instead of a journey. And here I am, standing in the shadows of a history you beg to forget while […]
TBI Survivor Story
One Hell of an Apprenticeship
He was so ugly that everybody died. The end!
An engineered explosion of erroneous exposition.
~chaos with coffee☕
Fun for the whole asylum!
Darren Hawbrook
Get Your Keys, Grab Your Coat.
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.
The Works of Lori Carlson
