jan 20.2017

my mind is full of willowwacks where fairies play and flowers grow it’s where i go when all is not as it seems to find comfort in the darkened woods the sturdy trees and the cracks of sun pushing through the leaves 1.20.17

jan 19.2017

i continue to… drive for nothing wait for no one wast my time the road continues with its twists and turns 1.19.17

jan 18.2017

sliding doors to empty rooms double mirrors to trick the view tremors of the yet to be i plant my roots and grow above to survey the scene 1.18.17

jan 17.2017

wake in the dark then shock of light feel translucent paper thin coffee brews to fortify muscles move without force eyes remain open on their own thus, i embark 1.17.17

jan 16.2017

punchy from restless sleep to punching the water today i surpass, learn to be, stronger than i thought i was but tonight, i sleep deep 1.16.17

jan 15.2017

sleep deprived i push through until the avalanche of tired then, i succumb 1.15.17

jan 14.2017

interact, interface we seek contact from a distance we call for a voice that warms we joke for the laugh that joins we sigh for our mutual discontent 1.14.17

jan 13.2017

sleep fled furtively to remain in hiding until the laziness of the weekend to come i lay awake with the desire to be lulled back by the womb-like warmth and the deep black then i realized the day had already summoned with unquestioning authority, to arise. 1.13.17

jan 12.2017

full moon cycle ends i must wait a little more for the breath of spring the flush of love the something new 1.12.17

fear (jan 11.2017)

fear of connection small talk light flirt not real so i push for the visceral the real and they all run away… 1.11.17

jan 10.2017

sleep trapped me on this first day of school drugged by dreams and covers warm i lay past the nudge of my morning alarm 1.10.17

colorful (jan 9.2017)

can’t explain i smile at the coming day i know why but choose not to say from reaching the edge so many times covering up for all of their crimes sense of self is long lost on them now while i stride into technicolor wow 1.9.17

jan 8.2017

as the invitations dwindled i stayed in from the cold i lit a fire and watched until it burned to ash and pondered the sparks that may come to pass. 1.8.17

fireplace (jan 7.2017)

i stare at the flame as it licks the log it spits and crackles fire fingers grasp my mind wanders to what may come to pass while i watch the wood burn to ash 1.7.17

jan 6.2017

splintered into slender pieces, a taste, apertif of time divided in a tug of war with too many players my end of the week. 1.6.17

headless jan 5.2017)

today my head remained in bed while my body worked away and now i dread to see my head with nothing left to say. 1.5.17