These bones roll the way forgiveness does from the tongues of mothers, effortless, but with care. And the shell of potential clangs like dusty canastas, the hollow of escaped souls lingering the way the sense of a last kiss might. This path winds and welcomes, but the end rarely in sight plays to that whimsical […]
Read MoreSPINS These rays fall like hope, radiating from solar promise and holding back bleak nights of alone, the fierce dark embrace that presses eyes shut even as they are open, staring at pinhole starlight that careens from hearts light-years in the past, echoing from easy kisses, lust-fueled touch and eager union. What supernova bliss! How […]
Read MoreTIMELAPSE Clocks spent their winding hands as if they were folded on felt, minutes wasted in an ante and the litter of this dying season trying to hide belief. No poker face here, faded bliss grows vibrant, a flashbulb churn of willingness gone like green lost to autumn. And the combat of seconds clashing now […]
Read MoreINDIFFERENT Plucked from the vine and minus all thorns to protect, this heart blooms, arteries threading petal limbs and grabbing for belonging. It doesn’t choose, but wheeling stars and the curve of destiny craft felony ghosts moving this way and that, through and passed, skin absent yet intention reaching deep; pulling, teasing, holding, coaxing, unfurling […]
Read MoreA SEASON’S KILL This is not subtle fiction, It’s true story headline din. Weighted words on heavy heart beats. Evil devoid the joy of sin. Unwatched clocks spilling time, This carotid squeal and rhyme, Keeping wayward rhythm alive In the chest, the cock, the thrive. Are you serious right now To go long with stretched […]
Read MoreSHELLS Crack the afterlife and boil massive sin, because this cook spins nebulaic dust into Godsong and crafts the delicacy of galactic fervor into digestible yearning. Fill up on it, because nothing lasts, the searing nuclear core of suns measuring nothing more than seconds, molecules dissipating like ticks on an old wristwatch; the tocks lost […]
Read MoreAntonio’s tears came on suddenly when it was just the two of them standing graveside, their son at rest in his lowered coffin. Carlos put his arm around his smaller, now shattered brother and the flood of years streamed down Antonio’s face as he sobbed like distant thunder, trembling as if he were land in […]
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Read MoreThe day was crisp and mild, a good one for the effort. Jefe didn’t watch the burial but he never did, keeping busy with a brown bag lunch of peanut butter and jelly and a Coke. While he’d done the job for seventeen years, he wasn’t immune to grief. Just get the hole deep enough […]
Read MoreJimmy never wanted David to get ink. This despite the fact he’d been working as a tattoo artist since he was twenty and was covered in them himself. But whereas he felt compelled to hide in art, his son was art just by virtue of breathing; a flawless pallette inside and out colored through experience. […]
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