Category: Poetry & Prose

Tell me again about Those things that glow Just out of reach Beyond touch Unimaginable for Someone like me But according to you Real, nonetheless

This continuum of madness That plagues throughout Wringing hands and picked scabs Passed from seed to full bloom In the blink of an eye That

I still try to laugh, sometimes But it’s getting harder the more My eyes peel back to understanding The way we cradle and coddle ourselves

A brief glimpse of evening Left me on azure drifts, graying Carrying away this thought, that And the other, in long sighs It’s the momentary

I find it ridiculous When I look at things now The amount of care I took To lock it all away, careful To never allow