Passing youth

  Afternoons carousel by In circles, high, then low And I slide past the child on a white champion stallion With pink and purple ceramic ribbons streaming beneath my hands I stop before the watchful mother with her arms protecting on either side of an unsteady daughter Making sure there are no falls Between the…

Guest Post and Picture by Stevie Espinoza

i found these shoes when i was in a weird place and im in a weird place again. first time it was in a rad shop in new york. this time they are in the bottom of my closet in orlando. im questioning how all that stuff in between has happened. i wish i could…

Single

Three days later The pin pricks Rose thorns around An unheld hand Casualty cuts at the skin A Mirror sees unlooked at eyes   Being unseen again permeates the moment

The Universe

I built a city did you know It was a breathing thing I grew a garden did you see It was a colored climbing thing I built a castle do you believe It was a safe and powerful thing I carved a people can you tell They were a dusty earthen thing

Anticipation.

Change comes. Like a storm that could dazzle your eyes with beauty or destroy your home. Change threatens, invites—inevitable. You move. Steps ever forward Steps ever away From people or things you may not want to yet forget Change preys Preys upon fears and hopes and dreams Change is an outstretched arm that offers to…

Ophelia

From the once crisp leaves of the lonely volume cried the sacred voice of ages past Her soul screams of the maddening love that possessed her Skin, soft. Lips, red. And furiously searching eyes had once been mirrored in the reflection of this now sullied corpse Persuasive words fallen from the princely mouth of the…