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“I think it will be OK” she said to him, “it’s just PTSD”. And with that, he realized he was wounded, the definition was resolute. When the fear is real, it leaps from his chest like burning buckshot. Peace, calm, the moment recede like clouds on a sunny day, yet there is no sun, there … Continue reading "PTSD"
With our knowledge We laugh in the face of humanity Few feel the pains Of what seems to be A vast, ill-fated existence Well fear not my brethren For the maladies that seem so grave Are no more than a scratch on the incomprehensible majesty Of the full being And as is her way She … Continue reading "A Prayer for the Awakened"
All I had hoped to do that day was bring a bit of excitement into the doldrums of another August afternoon and fall asleep later that evening with the knowledge that I had done something new, which added to the rather colorless collage of my adolescent tapestry. Little did I know that by nightfall I … Continue reading "On Being Thirteen in August in Massachusetts"
Slipping, sliding, losing Losing all touch, dropping Through hands, quicker than the tide To the sea, with less beauty and predictability Desperate and real No traction to deceive the day.
She comes to him With a smile through broken and cracked lips Weary and wanting, she shuffles into place A pretty face, with no lace A heart that’s unsafe
I’m gone to old Virginia And I’m gone to Missoula town And I’m tripping along them cobblestones I wanna know how it feels to be going home, going home Cuz it’s the time of the wilds and the stray cats they all look the same And it’s fifteen loaded barges Heading southbound on … Continue reading "In the Time of the Wilds"
Outside my motel in billings… The night she eased on in Upstairs in my motel room The girl she’s already gone And she’s waiting for me to return Inside the car We drove southward And the great state of Colorado was in our sights In the last few moments we did dance But the … Continue reading "A Billings Motel"