creatures of the mud swamps dreaming of ships that never cross the bar only ships in bottles, no winds, no sails feet trapped in derelict rigging wedged in the mud, water, and grain too far to reach a distant ocean and beaten by the heat of the red sun waiting for it to set on …
I stayed away all these days…
There's this thing about being here in this space...the thing that told me for sure that I wanted to write. The thought that my words were out there for someone else to drink, to dream, to scold, to scoff - all of it. I felt it the first time someone replied to an entry. It …
Everything feels so foreign
The place below the base of my neck is sharp and keeping it upright and tight only makes it worse. There's a way to rub and a way to just go to sleep...ways to face it or ways to ignore it...just like every other goddamn thing in my life. I want to be somewhere else. …
tonight i lost my own heart
I am broken. I am sad. I am lost. There you were, like a swift breath in my ear. You said I am not fit for consumption but you still laid yourself to be sacrificed on my altar. I drank of your blood from the greasy purple plastic cup. I let you quench my thirst. …
gravel and dust
There's a road where the pavement ends and blacktop turns to gravel and dust. I go there sometimes to be alone and think about us. Just off the road I can sit next to the water at night I can even see the stars It's then I wonder what's deep in my heart. I forgive …
Dixie's Road Trip 