He’d come home late to meet Jim in the computer room for an evening of electronic world domination and I’d watch t.v. or make art till it was time to put myself to bed. But on this night, he came out of the computer room, shut the door and put his arm around me on…Read more woman
Month: August 2022
Holes
Photo credit: Nathan Vines The ones you made in the wall Where we compressed unanswered questions Between skin and printed memories Incomplete stories Haunt the space that embraces What’s left Inside the holes made In your body A bloody cave Seeps into the empty tomb Feeling up Necrotic wombs Breeding generations of unhealed wounds Where…Read more Holes
Morning Star
Suspended under the son On steel and salted slabs Those florescent orbs guided where Iodine covered parts of us died Liquid aminos, ghosts and sea creatures Dug into you with spears Borrowed organs collided, crashed, crescendoed Against broken hearted rocks Birthing sacks of dead mothers Tearing flesh for men, women and children Who’ve never been…Read more Morning Star
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