Understatement (for Mary - R.I.P.) |
&when i come home from a long trip i always marvel at how green everything is... its not enough to keep me here much longer though :) when i graduate, watch out world, here i come! naptime ...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Apr 2009 00:39:00 GMT |
Diary of a Doppelganger, Part 2 |
From my armchair I could hear the rustle outside getting louder. It was all woods out there, just a slim dirt path up to my cabin door and someone was coming. I could hear birds fly their perch, sq...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Mar 2009 09:37:00 GMT |
Diary of a Doppelganger, Part 1 |
The New Year rolled in like a mysterious fog, swallowing me in a mist of a thousand tiny reflections. I tried wading through them, blindly struggling to find a way out. But like quicksand, the mor...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Jan 2009 10:28:00 GMT |
Discovery |
A dead rat is underneath the stairs.
It's bronze fur is stiff and dry,
eyes like old black marbles
reflecting the hardwood floor.
I came back here looking
for something and found
som...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Jul 2008 07:25:00 GMT |
Still Life with Fruit and a Jug |
The solid oak table stands firm in hard
silence, dust settled over worn polish:
a perfect platform for an exercise
in patience. An eye studying the form
and texture, searching for a stroke to stoke...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Jun 2007 17:00:00 GMT |
Reach Out (for Andrew) |
What's distance but inevitability eyed through exaggerated doubt? It standsburning between us and it like risingflames raking against ether, reachingupwards with ravenous clawstowards the heavens wit...
Posted by on Sun, 18 Mar 2007 14:32:00 GMT |
A Mirror in the Dark |
There are lots of lights in the sky.Cold is even bright and bitterblue in the bare winter mornings just before the sole star rises.But there's no direction. No sourceworth seeking out . Eyes burnedby...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Feb 2007 12:48:00 GMT |
Valentine's Day as a Married Man |
This will be my first Valentine's Day as a married man, which is actually hella deeper than I realized after I reflected on it. Sorry guys, I guess no more Whataburger. But thinking on marriage, I was...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Feb 2007 03:38:00 GMT |
Doha |
A ripple, a rift in the baneful
humidity of energy oppressing
instinct: that's me. Distortion
sticks like sweat in still air
to the words as they clamber
up from the center, but everyone
deserves a ...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Dec 2006 10:41:00 GMT |
The Tramp |
Street lamps push back black night into the damp,
stonewalled recesses of the city where
silence is seldom burdened with the stir
of sound and stillness settles undisturbed.
I sit beneath the cloud-c...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Dec 2006 10:21:00 GMT |
