Narrative Paralysis

I can only tell you that you will never be satisfied with this explanation. You are looking for a permission-scale. An absolution. I am only...

  Little bit of salt in the wound I inherited it from a passerby  6 degrees of separation Won’t save a festering wound. Won’t alleviate the ...

  This week’s theme/starter is the word “hierarchy.”  Rules for existence begin and end with knowing what to eat and what eats you. No man i...

  Another product of the weekly theme series for the word “Destination.” Gold standard  Fused with partial sunlight Sneaking through the den...

I’m trying something new for May. I’m taking weekly themes and writing to them. Here is one of the pieces I worked at whole exploring the id...

  Another year I’ll make more promises to myself to remain faithful  to the words. Another year For me to say: I’m still writing. Dodging th...

  When my umbilical cord was cut It rained pocket thesauruses in the maternity ward hallways. Fortunately they were paperback editions. My f...

  Rend pavement Into the statues of war heroes In unflattering poses: Mid-war crimes unspeakable. Crying to God to bring their dead loved on...

  I am living in the simulation and the simulation’s sole goal is to get me Old Testament angry so I will snap and ruin everything for the p...

  Unsettled from the usual rigamarole I opened the almanac to check what might be headed my way. I found portraits of the skeletons of rats....

You don’t come to me in dreams as much as you arrive  when I drive the stretches of farmland in the drier parts of winter. You are beside me...

  Like a broken saltine. Impossible to get out of The rug And sofa. Like the view of the ceiling when flipped upside down. Where will we put...

I am sure That deep In Luxurious, cavernous walls The truth Shines. History will absolve Those who Tried. I am doubtful We will Notice Any r...

Trudge Over the gravel path. Feel feet slide on uneven  Pebbles. Trudge Through the muddy clearing. Feel feet sink deeper Below the grass li...

  We set up my drum set in your kitchen. Warm, summer day. Made noise. The freedom of sound. Creation without direction. No tape recorder. N...