Tuesday, October 21st, 2014

I set off intrepid, with layers over layers to keep me
warm over top the smokies,
but wind and rain would catch me off-guard, so I whittled awhile
in semi trucks’ shadows, nearly
falling at sixty-per-hour, nearly drowning in - wouldn’t you know -
drenched wool and acrylic,
my boots filled hours with the spirit of this
relentless Appalachian storm

The truck stop I remember - my only refuge, and the sound of your pursed lips, singing to me from that dry land down under, a hundred thousand miles away. What I couldn’t know was
I would be on this road alone for another twenty-five days,
hoping to catch hold of what we had left,
hoping for change from constant
torture of thought and apathetic stasis, you see
I set off intrepid, I returned with less.

Monday, October 20th, 2014

We will only receive love for which we are prepared

We never ask ‘do you feel the same’ for how could we define from moment to moment
what that truly means?

Sunday, October 19th, 2014

Sharper edges make
fine companions
when blades starting closing in

Saturday, October 18th, 2014

In days of pumpkin pie and such
in never seems to take as much
to send me to my former days
of angel hair and spicey cake
the bruises hidden under sleeves
the cold was there to protect me

Friday, October 17th, 2014

It’s a very short day when
he isn’t around
it’s a very compromised, shallow soaking pool,
filled with leftover gum or a large algae slick,
it’s a sticky, but quickly passing trudge,
It’s a very very short day

Thursday, October 16, 2014

We’re galvanizing the rest of our days
with the thoughts of this very moment,
Our release of control is merely symbolic,
Have you given thought to love today?

Wednesday, October 15th, 2014

It was told to me in a passing dream
and the olden tale wasn’t lost on me
Gratitude and anger
do not at once occur

Tuesday, October 14th, 2014

Our awake selves make no shelved companions, where
rocks once stood, we rubble through marked landscapes,
Divagating among scarred and smoking trails, placing
memories in the deeper trenches, and
wanting for nothing but the end of
the story, the conclusion of
mystery, the shelf upon shelves
of God’s sinister answer

Monday, October 13th, 2014

Recently the empty crept
and told us we weren’t meant to be
a place or person, intersecting vast amounts of necessity,
but lies these old and sordid words,
as always did our parents learn
but often late enough to woe them,
tear them up and burn

Recently the empty crept
right through this very room

Sunday, October 11th, 2014

We choose meaning over those nihilistic tendencies we were borne unto
than to make our children lose all hope

Saturday, October 11th, 2014

His hand was never far from mine
For calls on nights I could’ve died
It’s true - I nearly slipped away
When figures felt stripped bare and thin
For all his talk of lines in sand
We sure found commonalities
When life was on the line

Friday, October 10th, 2014

Currently foggy, mostly clouds tonight with a high of
inevitable blistering cold,
much like the nihilist in my dream,
but with the faint smell of happiness
lingering on the other end of the line,
piercing the fog of a distant morning mind

Thursday, October 9th, 2014

We hope to stretch ourselves beyond reproach in darker times,
but when the sun comes rolling out, we stretch to meet its glory

Wednesday, October 8th, 2014

As if to say I love you or bye
she fluttered a while, not saying a word
but noted I not a campion she had
nor a noteworthy spot to lay down her head,
and with nary a tangible thing in her tow,
she everything willfully gave

Tuesday, October 7th, 2014

You say he’s lonely
but a closer look shows
our attitude
guides struggles into
grand adventures

and whispers sweet nothings
in the faces of our