I would have stood upon the mount and given her a wicker-weave-wedding-ring. That’s not exactly true. It was her grandmother’s engagement ring, and I had plans to conspire with her mother to get it re-sized for her fingers. She always said family was important to her. Smile like too-green-days, ‘n smell like spring-in-bloom. She was …
Continue reading “When you’re in love, you’re in love with a person. I learned this the hard way.”
Nah, nah, nahIt’s a shit-hole,but it’s my shit-hole, get me?Ain’t exactly somethin’ to be proud of,‘n I get that,but it ain’t like I’m parsin’ prose like poems,now is it? Imma just leave this unrelated image here for you to reflect on.’s called juxtaposition.‘n the ladies love it– (if by ladies I mean people who appreciate …
God it’s been such a long time a comin’ to this,lettin’ it all just distill. ‘n I’m lookin’ forward to them winter months just peakin’ over horizon,them Illinois polar vortex shinanegans,them cold days eatin’ at what was the tails of summer.can’t wait for them frigid mornin’s spent wrapped in more blankets than …
“what dreams may come”/“Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come” in my dreams– I am time ravaged ‘n sore, reeking of vice ‘n long past leathered. hand laid rest on the brow of some blue-eyed husky. scrawlin’ out madness in diction. anything to drown out the snow-fall silence of the night. candle …
Continue reading “When I Go to Meet Moses (First Published in The Altar Collective Volume III)”
Pissing the bed(That’s the way the phrase turns,When you become too old to “wet”“You pissed the bed again!”)Is a sense of complete reliefFollowed by cold deep shame. It’s not unlike a wet dream.(Or maybe that’s me;My first was about fucking a stuffed bunny,And as I crept out for a change of sheets,I was pretty sure …
What does a hipster lumberjack look like?
He had a crush on me from the first time he saw me,least that’s what he said. I dunno if that’s a line he’s feedin’or if that’s truth he’s seedin’but it ain’t every day I’m all objectified. I kinda like it sometimes,Like the idea of curlin’ up around him,runnin’ my fingers through his hair,soft kisses …
My apartment is an old house on the hill, poorly and incompletely refurbished.From my hall and rickety fire-escape,I look off over the Davenport skyline, towards Rockport’s just accross The River. At night the city fills with orange lights, Centennial bridge half-lit most nights.All the old houses in this neighborhood have these same river-facing windows.The romantic …
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Honestly, you shouldn’t be on this list, but I’m calling you anyway,because,I guess,I guess I said or did something,or maybe it was just because I reminded you of your brother.But you told me to fuck-off,and you never came back. Whatever it was. I don’t think you’ll ever know how sorry I was. Goodbye, Dandylion.
So, you know how I asked that once if I could watch you cut? I don’t know why I did that.I really don’t. But,I look at my body in the mirror now,and there are so many scars. They never said anything about the scars when I was growing up. Dead-weight reminders, I guess. This call …
