it is not hard to live with



but it makes wanting life difficult



sad sight, sad boy



weighed down



telling the same story



repeated in erratic intervals



trying on the latest disease



it must fit better than the last



though the ability



to prove normalcy is waning



is it seen?



this scene



this curtain



a worrisome thing



but there was a shift in… Continue

That which came was not an enemy easily fought.
Standing firm, afronts be damned, bearing false witness for yourself, for it . . .
There is no battle here.
Pushing stone may increase strength but rewards not with movement.
Stone has no heart, no pulse, no warmth, no life . . .
It certainly can't feel your struggle.
It is stone.
And the field is vapor.
It is a memory leaving fast as you wake from dreaming.

She whispers her last goodbye



to him as I type



Bible Belt America's poison of choice



claims another of it's brethren



and she was a copious savior



with forgiveness and phoenix like trust



and the time came when he really



needed the saving



his heart without movement for



ten whole minutes



while those in sickness with him



stood by



worried more about avoiding… Continue

He has an incredible talent for the art of argument. I see through him like the sheer scarf used to capture a nude me in digital format. To please him, to keep him, to fuck and kiss him . . . He has changed me, made me accountable for things I normally would excuse in myself. And we are so alike in that insatiable need for attention. Now looking at him has become a moment of self-awareness and it is not so comfortable.

We are connected by land

yet you're farther from me still

Do you breath

When you think of me

Does your mind wonder

Does it daydream



The scent of my neck

The feel

Soft and smooth

Beneath the fleshy pad of your fingers



Do you tap them

upon tables

imagine the absence

Of sound

If I were prostrate beneath them



Could you move me

Accomplish the shift

You caused until now

(but I lie, I… Continue

You would think being born under the Rabbit sign my luck would be better. It is amazing to me that I have yet to plunge to a fiery, airplane death with my frighteningly bad airport karma. It seems as if Delta really has it out for me; like it is its explicit responsibility to drive me bat-shit insane.



My flight yesterday was not delayed once, twice, not even three, but FOUR times; making my connection and following arrival entirely hopeless. My fella has a friend who flies for Delta… Continue

Something new, I need something new . . . these are my thoughts and they are much like a junkie looking for their next high. New York fit to me like a piece of my own soul, with it's constant barrage of entertainment and forthright stimulation. I survived the initial shock of leaving things behind and the cavity was met with easing satisfaction. I experienced a stretch of time where my only annoyance was finding clove cigarettes. I can't even explain how beautiful that was to me. I step outside… Continue

those small words

have impaled me so

yet, are nothing more

than small words, small words



shall I wait the next ten seconds

to resume pursuit

when the capture is love

scornful and sullen?



is it so easily forgotten?

how do I leave it

so unconsidered?

does forgetting lasts so long, so long?



and that tearful girl

in me, I dislike so much

takes the time to make

my haste in hating her increase,… Continue

I get sleepy while riding the train, it's easy to sink in the comfort of consistent rocking. It feels like being rocked to sleep or like making love; back and forth, soothing, sleep inducing. We leave the arms of our mothers, where there is safety and rest, and seek to be in the arms of lovers where we hope to find the same. Our drowsy eyes never changing between the two; the calm that comes is the same. From mother's arms to the train, from the train to another who learns our curves and… Continue

Importance lies in the ups and downs, taking the chances that bring them, not betting the odds, and certainly not playing it safe ; all in, full tilt, life as fast and as hard as it comes. When life gets frighteningly slow and loses the ability to keep my attention it brings an onslaught of intrusive thoughts; how one forceful rock could send me pummeling to my death like a rag doll. It is a secret thing to understand how life can be; exciting, frightening . . . sometimes cruelly sneaking up on… Continue