Degrees of Sadness

Sadness is like humidity It’s like the wet hot Florida heat that fogs your sunglasses and gets trapped in your throat The warmth makes it hard to breath The temperature is palpable And sometimes your heart just hurts Depression can be sticky Like sap on your hands Disrupting every touch So that your fingers cloyingly…

#MeToo

Would you name a man could you Would you damn a human should you Would you save a life could you Would buy a verb should you Theft. Assault. Neglect. Abuse. Judgement. Would you defend a right should you Could you save a life would you Why they take the lives would they When they…

Can you keep a secret?

Can you keep a secret Nice and safe for 15 years Can you keep a nightmare Nice and silent From all the public listening ears Could you bury your feelings In the strings of unasked for IVs? Because maybe you are not a little like me. It would be nice though. Let’s pretend everything is…

when o Lord when

Where will I go? What will I see? When will a tide grab ahold of me? When will I feel that current in my veins, the impulse of consciousness and striving toward a gain. When will I ache to discover a new destination? When will I hold my breath in anticipation? When will that peace…

The Harvest of An Idealist

This brainwork is a bed of soil A place she where she digs And I watch as her thoughts they grow I like to peek over the iron-wrought walls of friendship, fortresses and fear to see The things that grow beneath Her words fall Into the freshly-watered soil of a blank computer page To grow…