Poetry.
In My Head – Spoken Word Poetry
A poem about the clash between expectation and reality. An excerpt from Hello. Shot on iPhone 7. _________ [likebtn theme="custom" f_size="15" icon_size="25" icon_l="hrt5"...
Yelling Back At Night
In my head I’m up there yelling back at Night, there’s a leonine aura shining brighter than lights off and on. There’s no off switch on this floodlight, but it’s not shining at me I’m aiming it...
Prisonsong
I wish I could turn that stereo up, drown out all the static from space. Schemin’ For The Masses, you know how it goes. Walking over the city with that stereo above the clouds, I wish I could crank...
Nightlake
Why are we so far apart? Why don’t these tired arms sprout wings and carry me to you? SMS takes too long to run to you, travelling through stale air and over rusty telephone lines. I wish I could...
In This Decade
In this decade because it is hard we will ...
Westend Bus towards Wit’s End
I took the westend bus towards my wit’s end, pulling through the rain and the broken lights. It’s over, the birds have gone for Halcyon South, along with the music and the dance. Here we are, it’s a...
Asphalt
Let’s hit the asphalt, run it to gravel, to dirt, to the open frontierlands at the edge of the world. Let’s get lost in the thickets, travel a million miles just to look in the mirror, you know how...
The frame tilts on its side
The frame tilts on its side, all the way over and under the hills, through the woodlands, past the sailboats out fishing in that blue blue sky. I threw out the tablecloth and the table appeared...
Take me in The Sienna
Take me in The Sienna, back to when we were kids and summer skies had nowhere to go but everywhere. Back when the backyard was the world and the world hadn’t gotten complicated yet, all the way back...
The One Who Stays
It’s all static on the radio and wavering connections on the television, but The Light cuts through like a double-edged sword. It’s all meaningless cacophony, but He’s The Melody in the...
Leviathanic
We were running through the tunnel, flying over the rusty tracks in the darkness, out of the leviathanic cage, fleeing for our lives and pursuing The Unwavering Light at the end. We could hear the...
Down in the dark
Down in the dark of the wood, down with the decay and the vermin and the maggots crawling among the remains. Bones, white turned black, crumbling in the dirt at the gnarled roots, running through...