I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil
Tend her: Budding bloom. Tender till she's plucked too soon; To gather; together.
By Jabout a year ago in Poets
Wisp of ashen plume Promise ferried by the breeze Extinguished, alive
Chariot of fire Charging into its own wake Shielded by chaos
Sonata as soliloquy: Echoes, In and out; Of me, as my heart, skipping beats Like stone. A cross. A still. Yet, stormy sea beneath which
I feel stinging on my face before the blow to the back of my head has time to register. Bits of gravel embed themselves in my pre-pubescent skin, leaving streaks of red in snow that go unnoticed.
By Jabout a year ago in Fiction
I don't recall the first time he left Only how often she would cry How he stayed away longer Every time he walked out He always came back
You were the most ferocious thing that I had ever known. You lit up every room you entered like you were the sun, and were worshipped like you might as well be.
By J2 years ago in Confessions
Grandma Myrtle takes her toast burnt but she slathers it with jam to remind her sacrifices need not equal pain. I would eat mine golden
By J2 years ago in Poets
Today I am reminded, once again, that you are still a child. That temper is your overbearing father and though you no longer speak to him, he is still with you, always.
Ever unfolding prophetic compact: mirrored casket hinging shut.
One convinces me I am awake One, that I am alive Neither necessary Or conducive To either/or Both pursued with fervour
Hands that feed poison; By those who beg only love, Are justly bitten.
