Silence and the Sun

-The soft sweeping breeze of spring turns violent in the embrace of storms water breaks free of restraints, colliding against us, this earth, in the way tears fall summer scorches through, only after we have suffered the inundations after the floods have carried us off when we’ve no footing left, or place everything dries and becomes parched in the gaze of the sun’s face, indifferent like the fallen tears, long since dried, no longer recalled or mourned or felt time is like this, we are like this, breath and breeze collide and cease, like this oceans, restless in their tossing, […]

April 22, 2013

The Weight of the Sea

-The ridges of wrinkles accompany the discoloration of hair. Time turns to sediment, scattered by each lost breath. Before the burning embers, eyes refuse to glisten. The whisper in the wind becomes nothing more than an echo. Only the night brings solace and surrender, after the day’s long hours. Sleep’s oblivion weaves its way between dreams and possibilities. The lost hope of childhood is reimagined, held together by sleep’s deep breaths. But everything scatters at the call of day, when the trench already dug reappears. The weightlessness of childhood becomes burdened by decision. Choice anchors the journey to the discovery […]

April 16, 2013

Steps

– He stands still on the stone outlying into the sea. The wind blows and crashes against the jagged edges. The water clashes against itself, as waves rebound and droplets are dispersed and spread out but never escape the space of the breath of salted humidity. The droplets soar in the somersault of exasperation, but are further muted by the force of gravity and collapse as they reenter the oceanic body. Seagulls cry out their presence, becoming moving shades to the sun. Ancillary, shelter from the light, never permanent. He stands there, still, still on the great rocks which overlook […]

March 31, 2013

Texture

-He winces at the blood dripping. He can feel the pain tracing its way through his nerve passages, outlining his frame the way the tip of a knife would work to cut him out of this life. His muscles contract the way instinct commands in its attempt to assure survival. There is no assurance. There is blood. There is no certainty.There are bruises. There are scabs. Bits of the upper layer of his skin remain on the gravel. Little bits resembling red soaked clay shavings; the remains of a serpent’s skin after it has begun to shed and the shedding […]

February 28, 2013

Moonlight

-He had fallen in love once. She had been nearly perfect. That was not why he had fallen in love. She had been absolutely beautiful. That was not why either. He had not realized she was beautiful until he had already fallen in love. They met by chance, or fate, or happenstance. She had been walking. He had been walking. They found that they were both headed in the same direction, with the same destination in mind, at the same time. It was not the first time this had happened, but it was the first time they noticed. He smiled, […]

February 14, 2013

Stranded

-Consciousness calls. It sounds like the creak of rusted screen doors being harassed by the arid cold breezes of the desert. I wake with a headache, on a tattered mattress in a run down motel room. The kind of place that seems a mirage in the summer. Now, simply the frozen ruins of someone’s dream, harboring the ghosts and illusions long since lost. My eyes open and I can see the dust swirls in the room. The bed creaks as I raise my eyes to make out the darkened images. The shades are drawn and the light just barely manages […]

January 22, 2013

Hiding

-The boy liked to hide. It was part of his disposition, he didn’t like crowds or having to share, or germs. He could never get away from all these things. So, he took a box, an ordinary box, and carved holes into it. He started to collect things. At first it was just insects, as he had been taught these were the bearers of most germs. The box quickly filled with roaches, and beetles, and a couple of flies. Then he started adding dogs and cats. He hated the fact that they licked themselves and then tried to lick him. […]

January 21, 2013

Highway

-The brilliant blue of the sky flared like when fireworks exploding. The night falling, darkened everything including the firework trails. It’s been years. I’m trying to leave them behind me. Packed up everything I need into a small carry on suit case and lit a match to the past. The closets filled of ghosts, I emptied and gave away the rags they cling to. They belong to Goodwill now. The house stands as a shell, a thousand miles away from where I am now and farther with each moment. I close my eyes and take deep breaths. Let the road […]

January 8, 2013

Birth

-They dance in the cover of night. The star strewn sky glistening above them, sprinkling the lighter shades of dark and bestowing variation to their senses like an orchestral composition made to fill each moment and each silence. The light bounces about them and the world is transformed a thousand times as it becomes diffused. They dance without question. They dance without reason, but also because every possiblity exists in the steps they take together as well as those they awkwardly take in the moments when rhythm is lost. Were they to stop and question the purpose of their movement, […]

January 1, 2013