Narrative Paralysis

  Give me that feel good jukebox snoring away and let my dance partner be a real looker in all the right ways, but with none of the attentio...

  Here’s an example for you: the power of sunshine on your wounds. Unfettered solar flares Collide with the atoms above the skin, form a pin...

  We are inside The balloon Broadcasting a dream Projecting from each of our eyes making a communal physical world out of a shared hallucina...

  Take it in your hand absorb the key facts, remember the ridges, lock this into your memory. Let it sit, untouched, held in place with yest...

  This city, bright and mechanical, Floating like a flower in an vase Way up past the skyscraper eyesores. Surrounding industry. Inside, Pat...

  No sunshine will touch my shadow any longer. They've agreed to keep their distance. Agreed to disagree on some critical matters. Not s...

Up from the Sea Lining my pockets with currency freshly earned by Judas Take a pound of the tender flesh Scar tissue’s exchange rate is bad ...

  Give me the truth as you see fit, my love. Break it apart into 12 or 13 manageable pieces rolling off of the tongue in meaningful slobberi...

 I’ve written nothing this week. Made a new year less like the old year in an unsatisfactory way. Obligations and lists lining my walls. I a...

 lenses on a fresh horizon I am locked into the future. Eyes bearing down on what is to come my way, no deviations, absolved from uncertaint...

  Click and purr and whir and whine and know something in the deep soul of the moment where I am trying to reveal a moving sentiment in stil...

  In a cloak of night. Litigation  between a set of shadows. Order is established apart from the fire. Motions becoming theater off of the l...

  The floorboard groans Nail heads at uneven heights Poking out to claw into the errant piece of skin that chooses to graze in its path. Arr...

  Long con with the crows murmur assent, harmony of  Kakaw Flutter of wings and feathers Swirling, amassed. Beedy eye, Unblinking focus Stil...

  I spend a little time each day Before the Sun shows its face, Speaking sweet words at the flowers I planted in our backyard’s oft-neglecte...