There’s something mind-numbing and peaceful about walking under an umbrella beneath the rain.
The sound of a thousand, tiny lapilli landing with ease above my sheltered head.
The smell of wet wind and...
Here I lie.
Looking at the stars.
And at the leaves.
And everything that falls.
But I regard the day.
As a light in the sky.
Hollowed by the moon.
The Ivy Now
Am I not allowed to kill the ivy behind my home?
Am I to be mistook for someone without the Wherewithal
to free myself from a beast so constrictive? In truth
I only remember the land that ...
Why must we watch our courtyard full of empty accomplishments
Break on impact from the height of prosperity?
Why must we be stuck viewing life as it
Corrodes over sculptures of what we were?
We are fr...
I could see my breath.
I could feel the heat. I could touch the viscosity of the air.
So I cut it with my soliloquy.
I felt the breeze of turmoil on my unshaven face.
I felt the wrench turning and sic...
We are uncurbed
Yet forever smothered by voices.
Voices call from the outskirts of
Memories we think we’ve lost.
The voices reverberate off
Testaments of power and truth and Freedom.
Life is chastened...