I’ve never cared much for swimming But today, in a moment, I realized I’ve been doing nothing more Than swimming my entire life Through the
Category: Poetry & Prose
Strangers
We speak of rebirth As the morning breaks around us Something had to die before the dawn Could take its hold on the frigid Unforgiving
Closing Time
Today We Celebrate The Death Of all things Thought heard A golden horn Blown, sounding A proclamation That the rapture Is upon us Finally, the
To Those Owed
Love hasn’t gone Just set aside For a while A failure to recognize The adjoining Rhythm of strings And skins, wind Tapping at the cusp
Just Another Day, It Seems
In between This, that and the other Lies A common ground Unseen, distorted Misunderstood Through a lens Of pseudo-virtue Good intentions Driven by fear And
Never Sent
I received a letter, once Pretended it was from you Vowed to never open Tucked away in a drawer Filled with all the other False-hopes
