I find myself resting on my path home,
A misty seat in the grass as I see the fog kiss the windshields of the cars that pass
The road obstructed for those in motion but clearer to those with nowhere to go
The air around me is mute, as if clicked off by remote
The shouting along to songs we had grown to
Not an occasion to simply hum the notes
Standing in front of the dresser mirror, Pulling memories out of a vessel Maybe an urn with powdery, chalky, dusty ash; Maybe an old photo stuck in the corner, to look at when you want to feel like a tragic… hero?
My hands emerge from the shallows I see my fingers as if attached to someone else They stretch outward and…
Through the expansively hungry void of the solar system, a space shuttle carrying astronauts from Earth to the planet Mars would seem like little more than a pencil thrown across a room…
There have been metal bars around my heart / Quite a literal way to start a piece with a title like this / But at least I can say I wasn’t falling apart…
Lozenge mining started long ago, ever since these shiny gems were found by the A Vinos company. The company invented a demand through a marketing campaign that sent the world into a frenzy…
I love running through the fields covered by sunlight, / With the greenest grass and the day so bright – / But will my clouds bring the April rain this way?
