Writing and typing up list upon list… no sign or sight of a Christmas wish, just persons unknown like a bum with no home – they complement my energy. Will I put down the pen of invisible ink? Will I give my life’s blood to revision? Can I put down the pen of invisible ink? […]Read more "– invisible ink –"
Still mumbling, still jumbling all the thoughts that come about, run around, stay in town daily. Hear rumblings on my squeaky bunk bed, in between sneaky words that I could’ve said ’bout the red Power Ranger action figure gone missin’ or the absentee father and his absentee vision. Letting go could’ve flown me to the moon […]Read more "– childish things –"
My phantom… made of atoms… born from a woman’s womb just like me. We were ignorant, but blissful… no sight of any missile coming for our throats – guess that’s how the story goes. My phantom… once my anthem… singing on a living room couch nightly. Now taxes, taste, and tattletales some- how got in […]Read more "– will we be? –"