BURNT AIR

Burnt air tastes of ash and smoke. Specks of lined paper rise up on a sweeping current into the sky.

BAITED HOOK, FLYING

The boy’s spine curled forward, similar to a shaved orange peel, though he clearly wasn’t an orange.

WORTHY OF MY OWN ACCEPTANCE

Powerful. Me becoming who I am or who I wish to be. How do we bring that about, this believing in oneself? Ultimately, this unshakable belief stems from me believing in myself—owning myself, all of me.

RIP THROUGH AND REVEAL

Stirring of thought.

IS LOVE MORE PAINFUL THAN HATE?

I heard a song the other day, something about love being more painful than hate.

SELF-RESPECT SPRINGS

Responsibility. Engagement of self, ego, pride, humility, and every nook and cranny between all things we consider we want and wish for and need.

WE BEGIN TO ASTOUND

What would the world look like if we all “did the things we [were] capable of doing?” That world would be a sight to see.

SOUL-RESTORATIVE

You are part and plenty, sunshine and illumination, warmth and radiant clarity.

WEED OUT THE IMPOSSIBLE

I think dishes qualify, vacuuming, cleaning windows, and folding clothes. Hell, cleaning clothes at all. Paying bills should be tacked onto the list or replying to emails that really shouldn’t need a reply.

NOT WORTH MISSING

Time, like small pebbles between our fingers, so easy to slip, slip, through our grasp. Even if we clamp down, there’s no stopping the pebbles, the zippier they become.

LETTING GO

I blink, want to shutter my eyes, not sure what elseTo say. No words penetrate my mind. I’m uncomfortable.I need to let you go, but you refuse to release your grip,So I remain. Tender loss perambulates, quickens my heart,Entrenches me in grief as if you died, but you sit before me.You demand something, a splint […]

I REMEMBER

I remember the heat of him as he’d push up against me, gin-fouled and smelling of Camel Wides.