Sunday, April 6, 2014

more of the past, which is the present

my face to rock face
toes into small crevices
there is no time here

Saturday, April 5, 2014

it's been so long

it's been so long, i forgot how to post!

it's national poetry month, and i most certainly do not have the creative energy to write
new stuff, and, i found some year old poems.
geez, i was in some interesting places.

so, i'll post the old stuff, hoping that new stuff bubbles up.

this one is especially relevant these days.

i'm always going somewhere.
home i carry with me. i have to. 
otherwise, i'd never be there.

Tuesday, April 16, 2013


the glass is already broken
shards scattered everywhere,
the words, already spoken,
frozen in the air.
the heart is already broken,
tears have been shed,
the future is the past.
we're already dead.