The cold, wet, multi-colored October leaves pasted themselves onto the red-brick single-story warehouse. Autumn gusts continued to spiral the fall refuse past all things man-made, making everything artificial appear more stoic, and tiresome than usual. The decrepit building stood vapid. Its blackness… Read full post »

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Seeing your trepidation,

watching you cut against your own grain

in defiance of god's hollow tears;

I smile and pluck

from this dark rose,

a petal; To trace

against pale, frozen  lines

of your body's earth.

I plead with your ghost to

dance with me in this graveyard; and behold

the faces we had

before… Read full post »

I’m lying here on the blood red, microfiber couch underneath a wool blanket, listening to layers of sound as he writes. The pen scratches along the surface of the paper. I can almost see the black ink absorbing into each bleached white fiber. I can almost smell and taste the bitterness… Read full post »

Chirping Birds above my head, chopping lawn mowers intruding in the background--  ungrateful loudmouths pushing them forward,  and a stiff drink sitting  in front of me, spotting up the solid oak desk...

remembering when...

We had no where to go;

When the desperation would have choked me… Read full post »

Waking life:

A game of

"Where are you?" , "Here! I'm Looking!"

and waiting

as anchored ships 

in a roving sea of bones:

A formality of our knowing.

 TCA 2009

(For Patrick)

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Danny and I made habitual downtown runs, just to wallow like pigs covered in shit in any pile of trouble we could find.  One afternoon, trouble found us. The trouble seemed innocuous at first, since it was only music pouring from the open doors of a nightclub.… Read full post »

For Patrick

Yes. I have a diminished capacity for making and keeping human connections...


Forming Bonds.

He does also.

Both traumatized. beaten. soul-raped...

by the very people that we were supposed to trust--the people that were raising us. and in my case numerous others.

We'd recognize… Read full post »

Downward...:


hope
   /hoÊŠp/ Show Spelled Pronunciation [hohp] Show IPA Pronunciation
noun, verb, hoped, hop⋅ing.
–noun
1. the feeling that what is wanted can be had or that events will turn out for the best: to give up hope.
2. a particular instance of this fee… Read full post »

 Lie Down Anywhere, A Poem About Things



Lie down anywhere
on this wet rock
at night
and stare into
the furious tantrum of stars
and feel
how this planet tries
to fling you
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A lot of people have no idea what it is like to be unwittingly raised within the confines of a religious cult. There are a lot of people who do know what it is like. It is especially difficult to be raised in a bind and fetter situation if… Read full post »