The Witching Hour

I’ve been going down all the roads I’ve gone before now the miles ride buttery with the new asphalt laid over the toll the wounds took and the surface once broken now seamless yet I remember them well the circles I’ve closed while I hung on a cross sacrificing everything from the years in between…

Survivor

There’s a mirror that looks back with a face that can’t leave the sadness like a habit that says grace like a priest for the losses you can’t confess anywhere but to the darkness as long as you’re out there but still inside me I can’t let it go I have to release the guilt…

The Syncretist

I have to admit it’s true the one thing about you that tastes rough and hard to swallow is your too American views in all matters on the how to’s of love and what to do about the truth materialism is built  into you unequivocal though unintentional the transactional measurements of the psychosexual functional neurotic…

Afloat

One eye fixed on the horizon the waterline creeps and recedes rhythmically up and down my mouth opens as if I could almost drown I can breathe fine one minute and the next I’m choking on grief as if tragically in slow motion the need the reach neither helping I can’t stand and I can’t…