Stormy Weather

We are wind and rain On a dark night, Blinding headlights in the distance. Alone on this path we travel together. Destructive in our nature Majestic on the ocean’s shore Calming from the comfort of our bed. But, there is no safety here. These thoughts rattle the windows Shake the foundation beneath my feet Blow…

Flower

I amย tangled in the story line. One moment spiraling skyward, the next falling into a war zone in my mind. A single blink in time and I find myself gasping for air, desperate forย solid ground. For the peaceful calm of reason and logic. For a chance to hit the reset button and start again. Once…

Holes in Jeans and Crowded Rooms (2010)

Sometimes I notice the craziest things and I wonder what they all mean, or whether they really mean anything at all, because everything seems so oddly significant and insignificant all at once. Like that amused looking man on the bus who kept sucking his teeth half-smirk and I couldn’t tell whether he was happily lost…

Nightfall

Every dawn must be met with dusk Every light, with dark. For every hope, there is hopelessness For every sadness, a smile. With every life A death. The universe tells us At every turn That all things end And begin And end again Ad infinitum. It is foolish to think We would be the exception.

Blackout

I heard the click, audibly, In the back of my mind The minute those words left your fingers Power down the main circuits And all that’s left is the slow Quiet hum of the backup generator. It isn’t that I care, really, Who your gloves are Or how nicely your hands fit Inside them It’s…

Backdraft

It’s a lack of sound, a lack of words, a lack of effective communication. A cesspool of thoughts, emotions and unnerving apathy waiting for the reintroduction of air. It’s frustration, isolation, and fear. It’s trying to claw your way out and finding you’ve only managed to dig yourself deeper. It’s feeling like it’s getting harder…

The screams look like smiles from the distance where I keep you

It’s a fault, really — this automatic response system. A built-in, fully customizable auto-pilot that allows basic functioning and a general appearance of being totally fine and confident, with absolutely no effort on my part. It just happens…well…automatically. And so you see exactly what it wants you to see. Calm, cool, collected… But completely broken….

Unplugged

The disconnect is tangible. Spanning entire rooms the breadth and weight of it floating across the pillows, and trailing through your fingertips across my spine resting heavy in the dullness of your glance. Even still I listen for the waves lapping at the sand miles away from this rickety old chair and watch the smoke…

It’s not the destination, it’s the journey

Those eyes, staring back at me Expectant and hopeful Waiting and wishing for the words I can’t speak Not with any sort of honesty. So, I stare at my hands, the wall, the floor, Your half-hearted smile, And listen for a voice of reason To echo through the chaos Like Circe Telling me which way…

Maybe it’s just that time of day

It’s like stepping into that other room. The one with the hotel-style drapes pulled shut, so it’s hard to tell whether it’s morning, afternoon or evening. But I’d really rather sleep all day anyway, so I suppose the point is moot.

Therapy at its Finest

If I’m sad at all these days It’s that I didn’t know this before The sparkle and shine of it all And how much nicer the view can be From the other side of this window And now I question every reality check I was given on that couch Those couches Where even the carefully…

Words and Whispers

There are clouds in my eyes every time I look up. I’m searching for myself in window panes and streetlights, trying to get back to that time before I lost heartbeat to moment, fingertip to raindrop. Like dropping feathers on the asphalt and chasing kites on the horizon, hoping for that sudden gust of wind…