It’s Saturday and I’m asleep in my car at a Texas state park underneath the stars. This isn’t where I thought I would be as I’m approaching 25. It’s beautiful and chaotic. The Gemini twins must be guiding me. I always thought I would be a singer. Since I was two years old, this isContinue reading “October First”
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The Unsilent
The Silent House is never silent.The wind rustles blindsThe fan humsWhile in the chapel moths flap their flurried wings.The blood sounds rushing in your veins. The stairs creak and always something cracks or bends in the pipes. The papers swishHer hair brushesThe swallowing of air as it is intakenBut in the silent unsilent houseIn theContinue reading “The Unsilent”
There Are No Missing Pieces
You claim I’m giving pieces of myself. Like candy cut up for the crowds. You claim I’m just like everybody else. That I don’t know the value of myself. Nobody can take what I don’t give. I still at the core am who I am. These scars upon my soul will soon fast heal. IContinue reading “There Are No Missing Pieces”
Train Effect
People always talk on trains Present are the poets Writing in the looking car A natural impulse- Like the smell of coffee spilled in coach seatsThe monotonous hum harmonizing our chatter as we sing along to the silent roar of our thoughts rolling aside the tracks. Such a natural impulse to be- writing.It’s the effectContinue reading “Train Effect”
Are Poems More Lovely Obscured?
Mom Said: Poems Are More Lovely Obscured When Their Meanings Are Hidden In Roses And Dirt Hide Your Frustrations Conceal Their Implications Calm Your Anger And Passion Inside Against The Unrighteous Against Those Who Don’t Hide. But I Without Reason Will Not Mute My Meanings Change Must Come Because Lives Are Lost And The DinContinue reading “Are Poems More Lovely Obscured?”
The Silent Singer 