sky gone the color of strong black tea wind assists everything toward the ground mountains were born for withstanding this world howl builds around craggy teeth when rain joins it mixes and remixes ultimate alchemist its runoff is life itself deep below ocean surface pliable bodies flex with the gong of air on water while at home I sit with the power out evening racing with the global spin listen to the voiceless shriek in the eaves eventually I have to scream back scream out my life and my thrill at being afraid
a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
Conspicuous characteristic distinguishing self-sustaining of my will to be or not to be … The mind agitated, darkness to be filtered slowly, carefully to sustain its fragile shell … we are shaken not stirred. If only you could have saved
There was thunder in the hut teeth clattered under the ground. Handcuffed you walk in inequality to qualify for hanging till dead. I may not tell myself what was happening to me. Moving in opposite direction the bird was able
Damned thoughts keeping me confined Enter inside lets see what you can find Plenty of negativity always haunts my mind Repressed memories about mistakes Emotions I can’t express because of the stakes Sexual thoughts roam amuck with no breaks Starting
My Childhood Was Depressing, I am talking about dolphins with no water depressing, fishes with no fins depressing, candy with no flavor depressing, I mean so depressing that I grew up wondering if happiness ever existed in this place we