Walking down Fifteenth Avenue trying to ease the cramped claws of plantar fasciitis out of my foot sun is juice-orange above the horizon keeping a constant shade creeping up the sky there is shredded paper in the gutters firecracker red mostly and singed white across the sidewalks a loose mosaic of broken beer bottles and a malty stink and at the edge of the park vandals have overturned the portable toilet flooded its ichor into the blackberries
a strange phenomena celebrating a country by defacing random parts of it terrorizing pets with explosions vomiting up elaborate barbecue feasts not knowing how I feel about this a bit sad because I’m old and boring a bit mad at those anonymously responsible until I see a group of people wielding brooms and garbage cans digging into the trash scraping away the filth and rather than joining in I decide to drink tea and write about them instead
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.
Maybe, just maybe, love is not a forever thing you know? Maybe it is just an evening spent taking crowded trains to unknown stations figuring announcements in foreign languages and wandering walks through dilapidated bylanes full of squishy muck and
Played in the hills of another world`s land, Spent the nights reading in my room but always dreamed about lying in the sand. Then one evening between 15th and 17th of July, With his wings so heavy and attire so
The river only ran in the rain but being in Seattle that was often this was back before being wet was a hardship, there being no style we had old coats and arthritic umbrellas not even boots just wet feet,
She glides through air, though she is claimed by everything and everyone. Mind and matter are hers, for she is their fount. She has no name, but every name begins with and ends into her… She’s lighter than light itself,