WORDCHASM

Nighttime has settled around us and the cool air is just humid enough to poke through our clothing. But we are warm anyway, basking in the sweetened glow of each others’ smiling faces. Your bleach-blond hair reflects the light dancing forth from ancient streetlights while wisps of wind find their way into the flaps of [...]

It is either very late in the evening or very early in the morning, but likely the latter. Regardless, the dim light eeking in from around the edges of the window shade diffuses through the room in that way only dusk or dawn can explain. “Things” are consequently difficult to see. I [...]

30 you’re just
a number, too but
still my life shatters
on your approach but
by the time you arrive
i’m reassembling
devoid of
kings horses and
kings men
i’m forced to
gather the
pieces myself
but since these
little jagged bits
are already crumbled
i’m finding a
better way to
put them together.

98.6
you’re just a number
why must you elude me
while I want for
nothing but
continuity
all i get instead
are your waves of
hot and cold
manipulating my body
like the throes
of a rollercoaster
i want to jump off this
click-clacking tormentor,
and hit the ground
one way or
another but preferably
feet first

I will soak
through to the bone
some rainy days
Some scorching days
my skin will die
ultra-violently
on desolate others
I won’t talk to
a soul
or the ones i see
will treat me like
a nuisance
some fearful days
i will cry because
i miss you
on loving days
i will laugh because
we’re so close!
a god
disguised as
a vagrant
but then
also vagrants
are god
transforming
from knowledge
to experience
creating a path
from asphalt and
inspiration
would you like
to [...]

how does
a forest fire
start?
sometimes
lightning strikes
quickly; naturally
some might say
this is a disaster
NO
from the ash of the fire
springs new life,
new opportunities
perhaps one day
when the time is right,
we will find the embers
still glowing in our hearts,
we can rekindle
this glorious blaze
place some rocks around it
and use its heat to
prepare the recipes of life
and
burn the forests of the world
down to [...]

with empty bottles and
forgotten strawberries our
eyes swirl and
bodies tangle
not a breath of air may
pass between us;
not a single stone is
left unturned
but its not the wine
that drives this
venture to
divinity:
high tide,
the fusion between
parched land and
drowning sea,
prescribed by
neither vast ocean
nor endless beach,
presses from above–
inspired by the
omnipotent influence of
a reflective moon it
rises and falls.
the water’s edge while
always present is
always [...]