Sincerely, From Des Moines – A Madrigal

what thoughts cross her mind in her copper flat? staring out a second-story window: barren fields, lonely roads, a river’s flow. baring a patina, a well-worn hat: intent to not allow her sheen to show what thoughts cross her mind in her copper flat, staring out a second-story window. ever-evasive, an elusive cat, and all…

Do You Feel a Bit Peckish?

within a derelict detachment of thought a morbid curiosity expands shrinking the image of concubine earth eliminating hunger of satisfaction thirsting lust in this dripping heat

A Convolution of Thoughts on Parents

i must be claiming the minority knowledge for all the people i meet wisdom respect their parents despite understanding their flaws they’ve no right their abuse to claim their foolishness and the older i get it’s difficult to relate the more sure to this approach as i become it seems to me many parents are…

Curious Final Thoughts

plummeting from the cliff at daybreak i see myself reflected in the shallow pool that breaks my fall – the rocks appear rather jagged from this height proliferating many a ponderous wicked thought as to whether i will feel their innumerable barbed teeth sink into my plushy flesh – my slow descent allows for a…

Updates and Thoughts

Hi everyone that follows me so far. Recent events have affected my output regularity and stunted my creativity a bit. I’m hoping to get back on a more stable schedule soon and am considering adding a bit more variety to the content I put out. I’m curious if there’s anything anyone would like to see…

Night Sounds

do you lie awake listening to the night sounds to the mating calls of lonely crickets raccoons in rubbish wind howling through shrubs past brick and mortar muffled against the exterior of insulated cocoons creaking apartments echoing with the noise of running toilets beeping malfunctioning smoke detectors groaning beds beneath the weight of undulating bodies…

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…