May202013
Dear reader, won’t you dwell with me within these lines upon the page. Follow me down cobbled lanes and up the street where fevers rage. Tiny thieves with clever hands play their games of chance and tricks. Eyes made shrewd beyond their years, little liars, candlewicks. Join their ranks or risk the outcome. Learn their ways or spill the blood. There is no way to leave this burough. Unless the bleeders give you up. Hasty choices led you to it. Live this life of fine regret. The die is cast the fate has twisted. Paid in full this pauper’s debt.
8PM
Best writing advice I ever read. ‘When you get rejected, and you will, don’t dwell on it. Send it out again immediately.’ I can’t remember who said it, but today it’s coming in handy.
May172013
a single bloom
red upon stone
afraid to pluck it
in case there are no more
it withers where it grows
instead of spreading seeds
just a momentary thrill
amidst the cracks
out of place
and ill suited
dried up and then forgotten
2PM
Unable to bridge the gap
between longing and outcome
I lie transfixed
by the ceiling and the way the gray light
leaves smudges in the corners.
Wanting isn’t enough
to pull the curtains
let the light in
face the day.
It’s not enough
to get out of my own way.
And so the wanting sits
like a parasite to my host
feeding from within
and laying waste to desire
leaving only the burning.
