I can see him standing there, lording himself over his domain. “Messiah,” I spat the word on the black earth. My head twitching in negation, I avert my eyes. Backing … Continue reading The things I Dream About
I am a penny blacked and scraped flat, like the bottom of a well dug hole, rusted by life; Bureaucrat, heart working by rote, who cannot get back courage or … Continue reading Two Sense
I have pushed, plied, & pried Your features: Rolling flat your edges With Emotions, explanations, & elements Which were never yours. I have cobbled into existence a chimera: Three dimensional … Continue reading Unrevealed Man
“Choices, skillfully made, lead to freedom. You don’t have to be swept away by your feeling.”—Henepola Gunaratana It’s been a troubling week. I’ve skipped a lot of meals. I’ve cried … Continue reading “I’d certainly like to.” is not, after all, “yes.”
Am I an empty cup? Or just a cup with no bottom? Nothing seems to fill me up: Pouring in Summer, feeling Autumn.
“Running on empty, there was nothing left in me but doubt I picked up a pen And wrote my way out (I wrote my way out)”—”Wrote My Way Out” I … Continue reading The Last Five Years
“Alchemy doesn’t work like that. He’s under the influence of unbound principles. You can’t flush those out the way you’d try to get rid of mercury or ophalum.”—Sim, The Wise … Continue reading Echos