blind fish rooting for a billion dollar food chain telescoped into high- waters and tennis shoes a blind fish rooting snuffle snuff snuff dripping drop drop spider cold meat hands hunched over electric dimes a blind fish gaping serrated lips mooing mouse nosing soft soil compost- ing bubble breath trailing off rising up a blind fish rooting for a million mouths hooking a blind fish rooting raw
June 24, 2021
love them because of who they are, not despite who they are; love them for reminding you that you're vulnerable too; hold them close, make space; let go; open your arms; trust them; treasure them; as much as you can, and when you can't, forgive yourself; try again; because it's not about perfection; it's never been about perfection; it's about commitment; it's about compassion; it's about love. so Love, and be free.
June 18, 2021
light- weight hollow insect shell de void silent waste- land platter scratch reel reel- ing out hum un- attended bare knuckles fish-eyed final door grand window opening onto concrete dumpster magnifying dust pan drip step fading up over out in- to down not for me who's home whose home i never recognize the building i ask are we am i there yet am i have i arrived? i never know if am i home?
June 17, 2021
all the warmth i have to offer is a bare light bulb beating with an outdated coil a white hot heart of frosted glass a finite out- pouring of shining sand a crown of lumens stretched taut across a minuscule fold of space i hold nothing back as wax-melted wings flare overhead beneath the radiant corona of a titan's poly- chromatic eye lifting me billow- ing me heeling me this tiniest speck of dust this ruptured cell this hollow origin this sputtering flame this ever inward wandering shore this flash! eclipsed by the brilliant metamorphosis of super-heated fusion inside an elemental engine of iron fueled by a stream of incan- descent particles flung outward into the emptiness of atmospheric segrega- tion a kalei- doscopic burst of static charges reflecting an upsweep of molten synapses that speak only in ablative prominences that grant no umbral succor that cry out unrecognized unheard in- side the echoing gravity well of a spectral current invisible to the follow- ers of the main sequence fortified against the vacuum of an inward falling abyss by a core of sympathetic dust drawn twice over to bypass five hundred thousand pairs of eyes fast fading into darkness sundered all along a horizontal axis still reflecting the electromagnetic pulse of a bare bulb swallowed by the in- different tide of the night sky all alone.
June 7, 2021
love can't be legislated, assembled, required, conjured, or forced, but if you make space for people, love can surprise you in the most wonderful ways.
June 4, 2021
There was a little moon imprinted on the sky this morning. A bird circled it, as if it knew. A man at the bus stop, didn't. I paid them no mind. I am living my best life. Here. I am now.
June 3, 2021
