take me to the uttermost

He stared fixedly upward as if his eyes were devouring the blue. He needed to be present, to understand and feel what the sky had to offer him. There was no more security beyond this Samaria. No promise that this color would exist in the Uttermost. Strangers watched...

the framework of is

The framework of is, and how can I be. Rulesets, religions, rituals, and rites. Well worn roads, narrow paths less traveled. Destination, wherever, always in sight. It is what it is despite these, O me, O Life. Whether verse in play or breath in wind. Ask why until...

small things

Every time I talk about her I think “this might be the last time I ever talk about her” and a sense of foreboding overcomes me. It’s the same kind of excited tension you feel when you consider rope or broken glass. That fleeting, flickering “what if” of never agains....

to a year of warmth

I have plenty of journal entries, notes on dreams, bad poems, love letters, and short stories that I have written over the years. Many of these works involve temperature, namely suffering in the cold and desiring heat. Warmth was always the ideal, the out of reach...

three beasts

The Minotaur I sat and closed my eyes. I was the Minotaur raging and fighting against the Man. I fought with pure fury in self protection. All I was in that moment was hatred toward the Man who came to kill me. I would have justice for his crimes against me. A...