LIFE, LOVE, AND ART IN THE TIME OF CORONA:

LIFE, LOVE, AND ART IN THE TIME OF CORONA:

BEAUTIFUL   DREAMER     THIS IS THE VIRAL EQUALIZER   WITHIN THE TIMES OF SEETHING FIRE   IT HITS THE MEEK AND KILLS THE HIGHER   IT SINGS THE CRIES OF BLEEDING HEARTS     AS THE STRUCTURE IMPLODES, AND THE SYSTEM DECAYS WHAT 

VIOLENT WHIMS

VIOLENT WHIMS

So much is being aired out these days, and abusers are finally being awarded the chance to come out of their darkness and make it right. Yet, with this movement of honesty and raw vulnerability, I see people tuning it out. I hear people patronizingly 

MY HEART IS RIPPED OPEN AND WORN ON YOUR SLEEVE

MY HEART IS RIPPED OPEN AND WORN ON YOUR SLEEVE

  These four walls Are the cavity of my dreams  Breathe and fall With the habitat of the field Glean the gall To be taken to higher peaks We the dolls Of awakened and brighter beings         Fought with all We were 

LEANING WITH STYLE

LEANING WITH STYLE

Leaning with style Into forthright denial   To the sultry retire- ment; imagined surmise     Of the deeper,  The darker,  The caverns of stardust; The weaker, the bleaker, The pitch forks and creatures.   Her wits worn to feverish, Blood sworn in secret, The 

UNDER OATH

UNDER OATH

      Stead-fire, Stead-fire,  Sturdy of home;  This itch got me inching  The whites of my bones.   Headlines, Headlines,  Ready to blow  This cryptic encryption Is Hijacking Rome.       Hemorrhaging fetuses  Red to the toe; In wedlock our grievance  Refuses to 

DAME

DAME

  Foghorns are raiding the halls of my blank paper white walls; so long and vast as they call; stroking the glassy eye’d doll.   Circling rovers on mars worshiping planets, and stars are birthed to be robots of ours, cursed to be sold out 

CAN YOU CRACK A SOCIOPATH?

CAN YOU CRACK A SOCIOPATH?

Is there any room in the universe to have compassion for the sociopath?     Aren’t we all a little sociopathic at times? What constitutes the fundamentals of a sociopath? How do we amend something we can’t understand? How do we maintain a relationship with 

FALSEHOOD

FALSEHOOD

it’s never who you think it’s about    Lies on lies on lies on lies Your great demise in fitful files Of moments captured by the deep Entrenching patterns, let me sleep You lie and lie and lie and lie I can’t keep mind my 

FLAGPOLES

FLAGPOLES

Like two wild flags ripped of their poles and floating together aimlessly. It just Doesn’t work. A flag needs a pole in order to fly.     My heart aches each time that I think of your smile What would it take Just to bring 

NOSTALGIA

NOSTALGIA

  nostalgia but for what still leaves the taste upon my tongue: a stamp of what was true and what was free; the lights were young. an image of the day that i had once upon belonged. lord, take me back to where the heavens