Saturday, June 25, 2011

And so it goes

Yes, yes, just about the time everything's coming up black-eyed susans and stargazer lilys something so horrific happens that you can't even put it into words. And when speaking becomes impossible, what's left to do but fold over and into and out of again until either another spring blooms over mountains of graves or you throw yourself to the mouth of the beast.

The nice thing about my walls, I suppose, is that they don't offer pity, only heart.

Friday, June 17, 2011


Inspiration to return to words, from an unexpected source, to a place where I can dwell in solitude, happily unfolding truths that do not directly correlate the indirect correlation to which words have always kept me bound to.

Though this attempt is an epic fail, there is hope, under the tongue, to pass it by for an even greater depth.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

The fragile

It comes as quickly as it goes and with as much reason.

There is no arguing with a mood.

They don't make coffee strong enough for days like today, because coffee wasn't made for this. Candy coat the beans and chew them all day long and wait for a joy so thick it gurgles from some unknown depth of your gut.

Acceptance from anywhere... from beyond the sphere we call home? I think not, from the intangible form of a brittle soul.

There used to be this sort of forceful spewing of the stuff. I don't miss those painful times.

The gulf is calling. A straight shot down I-65. I want at least two weeks to explore the entire shore, though endless time would be best to inhale the riches of it's offering, and I have no choice but to decline even a single day in that vast open space. Empty, open, and choiceless as the beach itself.