Trying We awake secretly hoping that one of us has an answer to a question we never asked. I wait for you to crack a smile or wince but you just ramble on about bulls and bears and cutting our losses. I swat your hand like you’re the devil but really I’m the pest— beggars … Continue reading Trying


Holding Myself Captive

Holding Myself Captive Nothing is holding the death of our passion at bay in this fog except the bounce of your laughter. I kept thinking prayers would carry us home but I got turned around and forgot to put down my shield and unfurl my fist from my heart. 2017 April PAD Challenge: Day 26

Loving You

Loving You Nothing compares to clinging together when our hearts have collapsed in the middle of surrender.   2017 April PAD Challenge: Day 25

I Have Faith in Us

I Have Faith in Us This time around I won’t look for answers in the dust and damp ash— sometimes ideas are frail flowers. After reading Corinthians and begging for love, you still don't believe there's something waiting for us. But I do. 2017 April PAD Challenge: Day 24

Last of the Wild

Last of the Wild (A Tanka) The winter wolves wait. Hoping for the sleeping rain without fear or blame. From Genesis to today disappearing like frail ghosts. 2017 April PAD Challenge: Day 23

The Salt Lick

The Salt Lick When the time comes, he will probably sprinkle just enough pity and proverb upon our wounds to heal the breathing rift we choked with myth and fatal exposés. The antidote for allegory is not truth but more allegory. This is what he does—with flourish. One good deed deserves another and so we … Continue reading The Salt Lick