1. An Inquiry Is magic The physical manifestation of imagination? The power to plunge into fantasies And never have to leave? Make life more like dreams Or bouts of creativity? Freeing the luster of stories From material possibilities? Taking reality In whatever direction We might see it go. Is itContinue Reading

How do we not find it exhausting, Living lives, Born into mystery?    We’re thrown into this world,   Helplessly absorbing,           Ideas from other minds,           Crawling our way,                     Towards anContinue Reading

The golden brown dog, Lies on the golden brown floor, Not just blending in, But becoming one, With the transitional path, Of the comings and goings, Of civilization around him.   He takes comfort, In the close proximity, Of a black bicycle, And the liberation, Its wheels might bring, ToContinue Reading

Life begins, When one decides to live, After stumbling around, Day-lit paths, As a drone, In motion, Speaking only survival. That conscious choice, To wrest control, Of dwelling places, Reframe the time canvas, Start one’s heart, With a catalystic spark, Uncapping skin vessels, To the pouring of passions. The emergenceContinue Reading

A quiet place in the rain, To be alone, With cold, Damp, Companions, Holding exposed, The virtues of isolation. Numbness dissipates,Distraction, Escape, Lulled away… A soft static wash,     In the soundscape. Chill flows, Shivers of urgency, Dislodging buried slivers, Coaxing them to the surface,Embracing Affliction, And the wisdomContinue Reading

1.   Down Below:  Silver tube speeding, Blurs of blues and whites, Bricks and dark.  Open cavernous lairs, For seasoned daily travelers, Absorbed in ignoring liminal surroundings, Minds already docked to destinations, Hooking in place that final link.  With a scream to a stop, And a chime to begin, Towing them away, Through final moments, Of humming headphones, And worn-out SudokuContinue Reading

1. Fear is space. Space is fear,Compartmentalized,Closed spaced,Concealed. Common spaces,In a cold place,Where the rest of the world traipses. Enclosed in warmth and vitality,A lonely,Quarantined,Crevice,Where whispered echoes,Reinforce,Every vile confession. Force your way through,The hanging splinters of imagery,And fractals of light,Twisting words,With salty drips of condensation, And the sweet sickness in theContinue Reading

The expression on his face never changes, as the sun goes down. I holler at him a few times, kick him at least once, but it doesn’t matter; he just absorbs it with the bare minimum motions to still register as living… Since there’s no traversing the Devil’s Pass inContinue Reading