Tag Archives: love
King of Birds (ii)
My brother was four-years older, already on the edge of escape: anger and a bullet proof vest his only companions. When he was younger, he thought he was Geronimo and wore a tattered headdress (bought from some roadside souvenir stand) … Continue reading
King of Birds (interlude)
He is the captain of shipwrecks, a brutal youth who can’t read a map to save his life. He digs for buried treasure in all the wrong places. He sails through the staggering hills of the Pacific Ocean believing that … Continue reading
King of Birds (intro)
My mother only took photographs of sadness. The Crown box camera clicked and fluttered; the wide-eyed shutter collapsed like a hesitant flower with withering petals. The camera looked like a hearse and the images were minor funerals; the death of … Continue reading
The Biography of Maria Callas
Her mother had episodes of grandiosity and forced Maria to wear expensive dresses that were too big so that she could not go outside and play with the other children. There was never a lemonade stand and rarely were there … Continue reading
Ruins (e-minor)
She sleeps with her weary ghosts too tired to make them believe that there is a better place for haunting, a place beyond the immeasurable sleepy self where dark dreams conspire to pull them all beneath the surface where life … Continue reading
#9
I’ve been dead for years, splayed on the flywheel of uncertain tides/ Banished by the gods to iridescent indifference, a fuse of failure/ Please sign here, in blood for the bones of yours alone/ The bruises become wings on which … Continue reading
Blindness
I’ve finally figured out that I’m blind. Since birth I have seen only darkness that I mistook for shadows. My mother mocked me for my optimism and now I know why. Love awakened the truth of my blindness and seared … Continue reading
Call it Something Unexpected No. 2
Walking at the sea’s edge and I find silence within the crashing waves. We Walking at the sea’s edge and I find silence within the crashing waves. We all drown in our own silence. We float unadorned and untethered to … Continue reading
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