We must evacuate alike; we all will suffer loss, equal now if only in our devastation. Our memories go up in smoke as we flee. What are we running to? There is no future.
We make political statements with cupcakes
While half the world burns
They can’t rebuild their broken lives
With our candy floss concerns
It’s that kind of day where you pray for a whisper of a breeze to kiss the beads of sweat that sting your eyes. You don’t move a muscle, lying on the dock, fingers trailing in tepid water. The lump of a secret too huge to swallow grows in your throat until you think you’llContinue reading “There’s a Fist-Sized Hole in the Kitchen Window”
I use my fingers, letting the white slip down into the bowl, leaving the glistening golden globes one at a time cradled in my hand. So easily done—what once was whole has now been twain.
All the love I’ve experienced
Has felt like pain
Like a bolt of lightning
Through a warm spring rain
Dad gives no signs of noticing, pecking away at his laptop on the well-worn sofa in the family room that’s been more solitary room this week.
from afar you can never know the hollow warmth inside
In haze between tomorrow and today
When midnight’s passed but morning not quite here
Strange thoughts arrive to find me in the dark
Drifting dreams and imaginings unclear
It’s about priorities. Make a conscious decision to spend your time on what is important to you.
At her touch the raspy scales constricted and coiled, tensed into an anxious lowercase e.