I first saw it a month before he died,
When we took my father on
A drive through his high school town.
Thornton
We listened to the Shirelles
On the way, driving through vineyards
And dusty dirt roads. In Thornton,
Grapevines wither because it is cold,
The December ice too fresh, too biting
For their youthful leaves, and they die,
Brokenhearted for the flight of youth and sun.
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 7:05 PM UTC
He was five. Tilting the broken piece of glass
just so, he caught the light of the sun
Like the most adept of mathematicians
(as we would later know him to be).
He honed it, empowered it,
Focused it on the small insects before him;
they shriveled, peeled,
Blazing on the hot sands of Alexandria,
An ashen pile of ants, subjects and witnesses
To geometrical genesis
On the hot sands of Alexandria.
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 7:05 PM UTC
High noon, a day
Awash in gold, basking in sun and
The leaves more golden t
Than anything Midas ever touched.
While mothers and children and dogs
Chase each other in a park
While lovers kiss and are kissed,
She sits in the space
Made empty by all the love around her.
Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 12:37 PM UTC
the concept of terror is
laying awake at night,
not knowing when they'll come for you.
It is like God scooping up handfuls of
ocean. Terror is cowering
behind a sheer curtain, knowing
that all but the end is near.
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 7:57 PM UTC
The prayers that go unanswered
The texts that go unread
In the silence, dead silence,
of Night.
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 9:47 AM UTC
There is another tear in the lining of my mind
and my sanity is dripping out.
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 2:28 AM UTC
She came in
Like the Mongolian horsemen
With little or no regards for
The condition of my heart.
Her far-reaching love pillaged
Every corner of me, quieting
My songs:
My happiness blurring into grief.
Now I know she was right,
Now I know I can trust her,
She always knows what’s best.
A bleeding heart is a small price
To pay for such an amazing love;
She watches me, I’ve buried
My emotions so deep they’ll
Never meet her gaze.
I am dizzying and spiraling
Into the insensitive grasp
Of her eyes, my sensitivity
Taking me places I never thought I’d be. Everywhere you find me
You find not me but harlequins
Grotesquely painted to hide my pain.
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 4:47 PM UTC
I do not know where I am going
But I do believe I am going to crash.
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 8:04 PM UTC
Are you still who I knew?
Or a stranger, a star too lofty to
Be reached?
I am earth bound and
You are ever a voyager
Into the great unknown.
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC
Will my words suffer under the whip?
A lash, a word, a beating
Equates a phrase.
A back, smarting beneath
The consequences of leather; and
"You weakling. I'll teach you
What pain is. I'll show you."
I am
Writing under the influence.
Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 4:27 AM UTC