Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
She’s a shrinking silhouette. The cut-away dark around her burns. More work than sleep than fear than failing and finally (if lucky) the taste of iron and ceasefire. Give her a stone a stirrup a pocket of patches. How handy. How sweet. The drunkening cup touches her lip—too late to Read more
Unless we are divinely called to monastic life, most of us don’t thrive in isolation. Even we introverts have our limits. Besides, it’s one thing to choose seclusion and determine for ourselves when we want to hole up alone and for how long. It’s quite another to have confinement thrust Read more
Evening afoot she waits at the stop. Mind elsewhere, on her day, or merely tired, distant. Boarding the empty bus, relieved for warmth, quiet. Town’s edge – but what is happening? Where are you going? She demands, nearly screaming now, You should have turned back there! The bus lurches down Read more
trembling layers of authentic spirit refused fissures of disassociation spiders web stuck to the base of the soul sensitive thoughts pushed to the side in favor of our mother’s motto be good, clean and kind educated in the ways of humanity exploring delight gorging on fleshy highs what is right, Read more
Forever is exhausting. Andrew is never gone… Just like we are never over Not that we are the same, and yet We are something like forever. Alive. Or dead. Does it even matter? What we do, even when in shadows. Is anyone really, ever, listening? I touch your chin as Read more
On a warm summer evening in 2008, my mother asked me why I hadn’t killed myself yet. We were on a bridge just around the corner from home, on the enigmatically named Wigley Bush Lane, staring down together at the A12. I was twenty-four years old. I had completed my Read more
God, can I write anything lovely anymore The lark the thrush the yew the bush Tone it down, lighten it up Look in the mirror—throw up My hands and say: I can’t take it anymore; I’m not ok I’m not ok See, then, I’ve made you worry… see Me look Read more
I walked straight off some pier the end of the roof — gutter baby it ended at the keyword *failure our faces kissing as if hogs to slaughter It ended at midnight I turned to stone the end of your cock – ringed-necked pheasant I always have Read more