What if I Fall?

I could fall straight down Through to oblivion Crumpled, broken at the bottom Fuck that! I’m moving up! This thing is bigger than each of us Trashed, abandoned, hopeless (?) Never Catch yourself Allow yourself to be caught Never lose sight of the One… There is a passage ahead Get back into it Hold each…

Hanging On

5 more days in the gym since Monday. XXXVII days now in the gym with air cast. 6 weeks, 3 days since fracture. I hiked around yesterday for about 23,000 steps. It was a cool winter’s day. And it felt great. Eagerly, I await my final x Ray on Tuesday. I hope it shows complete…

War Is Not Peace

Slavery is not freedom. Ignorance is not bliss. Regardless of what they think, my eyes are wide fucking open. Most opt to remain in the darkness, blinded. Led like cattle through the abattoir, bolt gun to the head, doing what they’re told. I want so much to look away. I don’t want to see him…

Dreamscape

Two nights before… I’m holding up cards I’d sent Papaw, showing him. He’s smiling, happy. Then, I’m in the famed basement of 2715 Alice Avenue. Watching TV, waiting for my grandparents to arrive. Eventually, I go upstairs and find them in their bedroom watching TV with my parents. Relaxed. Happy we are. Just like it…

How Do I Feel?

Hair’s on fire Heart’s beating outta my chest I’m a fucking pack of TNT ready to explode Gunpowder from the grenade in hand burns flesh Restful sleep interrupted by fitful nightmares Fists punching me, hard Lashing in… …lashing out Am I still bleeding? Or, am I healing ? This is All so Fucked I’m sacred….

Untitled I

He guts us like this Shamelessly, burning us down He fucking kills us

It Burns

Words Burn Like Acid Dripping from a hateful tongue There is no escape (is there?)

He

He forces his way He has hope for our demise He–not who he was

What Am I Doing?!

I’ve got the seemingly perfect set up: running team, apartment in NYC, recent salary increase with plenty of opportunities for overtime pay, even an incredible woman nearby who I’ve had so many wonderful moments with.  So why in the HECK am I moving to China in mid-August?! Wow. Is this really happening? Yes. Yes, it…

Hands

They came to me again in a dream last night.  First, my Granny was with me again several nights back.  A couple days ago I dreamed of Mamaw & Papaw’s home–the best ever, in every way: 2715 Alice Avenue. I was there helping pack up things to sell after their passing.  Feelings of emptiness.  …

Sometimes They Come Back

I never committed my Papa’s birthday to memory. January 27th, 2009 was the date my mom’s father passed on. We have missed this remarkable man ever since.  Last week I received a mysterious phone call. A man with gentle Southern drawl told me: “I am doing well. Everything is okay.” I put the phone down….