Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
This morning I woke to Memories Of dreams from the night before. I remember that I dreamt of you, Ariele. I dreamt that I was finally able to visit Brazil, And we sat for coffee in a small shop. We talked for many hours Of all things that we talk of now But we could … Continue reading Something for All Those Who Have Been There
Memories made with those we love we always will hold dear Even when we're far away These thoughts will keep us near Life is short, and what's to come, can seldom be foreseen The fragment past and future whole With only time between
The veneer is cracking Worn thin Having served for so long now As the barrier between What is And what is thought to be So with eager eyes We all await The day when at last The mask it falls Shattered to the floor And at long last We may perceive With clarity and lucid … Continue reading From Dust to Dirt and Back Again
In the end It is not sharpened claws that tear us apart Nor a flow of blood from our freshly torn flesh that draws the life from our bodies It is not dagger teeth that consume us Nor the acids of a churning stomach that digest our decaying forms No we do not stagger forward … Continue reading In the End
I am not here I cannot tell you where I am For I do not quite know Myself Do you believe in me? Do you believe in you? Do you believe in the now? I can't really say if I do Though it is just as well Sometimes the question Does not beget an answer … Continue reading Remnants of a Landscape We Once Knew
When I feel Displaced From reality My tendency has always been To retreat To the world In my head There are mountains there Which only I can scale There are depths Which only I can swim There are spectres there as well… Which only I can see Formed of my own flesh and blood The … Continue reading Full Spectrum Burst
This poem is a prompt/response collaboration with Blackbird. To read the prompt she provided, visit Broken Glass (Part One: Prompt) Fragments of the shattered past Draw blood from eager bodies But with the most precise and delicate touch Shards allow Such precious glances Into what has been Not to be held too tightly Lest they … Continue reading Broken Glass (Part Two: Response)
Can't Hear the Song (#7) If you're caught dancing To music that's in your head Don't blush; smile instead Time as a Figment (#8) Time: Figment/Fragment? Human imagination: To see beyond the "now"
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 