My wife, a psychiatrist, sleeps
through my reading and writing in bed,
the half-whispered lines,
manuscripts piled between us,
but in the deep part of night
when her beeper sounds
she bolts awake to return the page
of a patient afraid he'll **** himself.
She sits in her robe in the kitchen,
listening to the anguished voice
on the phone. She becomes
the vessel that contains his fear,
someone he can trust to tell
things I would tell to a poem.
Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 12:57 AM UTC
Our concrete world entraps souls of feathers and fur, beaks and snouts, paws and hindlimbs.
Unforgiving,
Confusing,
Brutal.
Trapped in an endless maze created not for them, but for us.
So how can we blame them for our mess?
For our hopelessness and terror,
Setting fire to their homes,
Chopping down their lives and calling it the ‘fruits of our labor’
To say that their trees are our money—
we are the true monsters,
and Mother Earth would surely thrive without us.
Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 12:45 AM UTC
I could lapse the minutes in which I breathe, find the words I ought to have said that day.
The breath of your love, the whisper of your hatred,
You had told me,
“Love can exist in the quietest of places, left unsaid, but still felt...”
Only in your absence did I begin to feel it,
I had been lying to myself all along.
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 12:34 AM UTC
Walls are certain.
Strong, solid, safe.
A grounding presence compared to the vast world outside,
only seen beyond the glass panes just beside me.
Chipping paint that has seen better days.
Upholding doors that creak when opened too slowly.
Swaddling my mind with the security of knowing.
My fingers scrape against the rugged texture, finding that I indefinitely am still human, still real— as when I pull my fingertips back, they return to me ******
Here, I am safe.
Confined by these four walls, and a locked door.
The world beyond cannot reach me now.
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 12:25 AM UTC
Attaching yourself to me, like a leech.
******* every little ounce of energy right out of me.
You enjoy me, obsess over me.
It’s always about my eyes, my hair, my habits.
How my voice sounds, my twinge of an accent on certain vowels, my giggly laugh.
You like the concept of who I am.
That I’m easy, easily acceptable, not much to question.
A label that can be easily swallowed, contained— controlled.
The idea of my ‘lack of flaws’ is intriguing to you, my many talents I choose to keep hidden to most.
But you saw it, saw too much of it
And now you’re caught.
Dec 5, 2025
Dec 5, 2025 at 1:38 AM UTC
Chewing on metal,
I can’t feel it settle.
This odd object paces
Passing so many faces,
Lodging itself into mine—
Will I ever be fine?
Cracking my skull,
As if I were simply a bull.
I hear the cries,
But all that weeps, dies.
My eyes are dark,
I guess the bullet finally made its mark.
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025 at 4:03 AM UTC
I have a secret plan.
Listen to me
If you can
Sneaking into the faraway
Though so forgetful
I would be a runaway
If it wasn’t so dreadful.
I’d have been gone long ago,
Far into the unknown,
Would you like to know?
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025 at 3:20 AM UTC
Laying in your arms,
Breathing in your deepest of sighs,
My heart content to be laid bare amongst yours,
The convergence of love,
Entwined together,
Within countless lifetimes I seek you,
A tapestry of stars, aligned, starting with our souls as one.
Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 6:42 PM UTC
280
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading—treading—till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through—
And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum—
Kept beating—beating—till I thought
My Mind was going numb—
And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space—began to toll,
As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here—
And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down—
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing—then—
Oct 28, 2025
Oct 28, 2025 at 12:16 AM UTC