How much does it take Must we give Lose Labor Pains Pay? What is the cost of admission For self-actualization? How tall must we be to ride this ride To receive that prized Most High Peak of Maslow’s pyramid That satisfaction we seek in all the wrong people, trivial pursuits and places Numb and nameless…Read more How Much
poetry
Contortionist
noun: contortionist; plural noun: contortionists an entertainer who twists and bends their body into strange and unnatural positions. Contortion is a performance art in which performers called contortionists showcase their skills of extreme physical flexibility. Contortion acts often accompany acrobatics, circus acts, street performers and other live performing arts. Contortion acts are typically performed in…Read more Contortionist
Sweet Life
I set you like a seal Under, over, before and above Everything I think, speak, feel and Do believe there has never been one Before, during or after Who loves the way you do I will sit in the protection of the shadow at your feet Your hand over my head Enfolding myself in the…Read more Sweet Life
Napmare
Sometime before turning myself into a human burrito wrapped in the hand knotted blanket, I was eating bananas while he knelt between my knees. I still have no idea who we were supposed to be. Still lives from an album cover? A premonition? A warning? Subconscious compost? After several chapters and crying all too easily…Read more Napmare
Milagro
Now I lay me down to sleep I pray, I pray I pray to sheep If I should die Before I wake It’s all my fault Forsake, forsake In spite of consecration We’re screwed Nailed Bound To you Like the blood on the shroud And yet we’re foretold As equally yoked Contractually obligated To confess…Read more Milagro
Disarmour
The universe doesn’t owe us an explanation, but that hasn’t stopped me from staring in awe as questions fall out of my open mouth. God, why did you let all this happen but not that? Why do we have free will? How big is the universe? Why was I born? Why can’t you physically wrap…Read more Disarmour
Under the Son
“Saturday sun came early one morning In a sky so clear and blue Saturday sun came without warning So no-one knew what to do Saturday sun brought people and faces That didn't seem much in their day But when I remembered those people and places They were really too good in their way In their…Read more Under the Son
Modern Hymns
Street art Seattle I am in the wildernessYou are in the musicIn the man's car next to me Somewhere in my sadnessI know I won't fall apartCompletely When I need to be rescuedAnd I need a place to swimI have a rock to cling to in the storm When no one can hear me callingI…Read more Modern Hymns
Gnostic
Downward facing Three legged dog The ever living ghost of what once was Holy heart Aches Nothing can separate us from The nightly news of dead mothers And angry fathers Feed the illusion You cling to Pain And call it love Rather than surrender To the isolating knowledge That we are one A singular being…Read more Gnostic
Dear Panzon
Your tired rebuttal, “What about me?” has been rejected by the remaining sane member of the jury. And yet, like the freed prisoner, or bird, who finds themselves unequipped to navigate a world without the prescription of a cage, we found ourselves recreating the same conditions under which we’d been born. Maybe it’s because injustice…Read more Dear Panzon
Born in Providence 