Tag: Direction
The Sum of My Parts
people always make it sound like you figure things out early that’s it’s all simple that it all falls in place that it gets easier when you near 30. i’m still a mess a lone tetromino falling through the cruel vacuous infiniteness of space spinning out of control. a bulge of scattered wood blocks strewn…
New Fields
we set off – fearless travelers in tireless pursuit aware of the perils lurking on the periphery – baren satchel bereft of utility endowed with promise – handful of possibility a crumb of opportunity – making camp where others fear to tread lightly into the fangs and furnace lit to bar our path – coated…
Drowning in Puddles
friend speaks fails to listen – tells me i should look on the bright side – peering down from a high rise obscured by the sun – words soft as his sensibilities unscathed unmarred unscarred – shudders at the the shallow burs barely digging at his heels – they nag occasionally but his feet don’t…
Riding the Rails on the Edge of Night
As night encroaches on lonesome suburbia, I prepare to meet it. Placing all things in order, I head to the cabinet drawing forth a bottle, still half full, of sweet, fragrant cognac to nurse the edge of a passing day. Uncorking the spiced elixir, I pour it into a cheap snifter, returning the bottle to…
Piecework Prose 