I came to this table as a hungry peasant. It was the first place I chose to be. There was a middle road that I followed after I began until I ended the scene that took me through this life of mine. The living was easy. In my senses, the sun came up and then went down. Each time I saw it I knew I had made it through and thought that’s all I needed to do. (more…)

Within the confines of my mind I wake up to the same day. Very little has changed. A bit is rearranged. There is no waking in light speed in this dream I’ve captured myself within. This daily life. (more…)

He told me to find him. I told him to find himself. Where he was hidden. Where he didn’t want to come out. Where he didn’t want to be lost but stayed lost just the same. (more…)

There is a smattering at my window. It looks like greasy film, rain, but oily, just the same. I feel like smashed spaghetti running overboard, sticking to a sinking ship. Why is life like this? (more…)

Sometimes you scare me. I walk in that black door and you are there no more. Just yesterday’s news, trying to try me on for size in its uncomfortable clown shoes. I don’t fit in. (more…)