there's something undeniably compelling about palm readers and horoscopes and tarot cards, spiritual belief and how perceived prediction influences reality. in my dreams there's a man standing alone on a cliff with nothing below. it's not too different from my reality. i certainly feel like a fool. i wish i could slot words and belief together and conjure a hurricane, but it's nothing but dust fro... » Continue Reading
all the lives i've never lived are doomed to evaporate, like early morning fog under the wistful gaze of the sun. star-crossed natural phenomena. my memories are stored in boxcars. my heart thunders down the rails and leaves a trail across the lonely fields of the midwest, deafened by industry and cricket-song. a moment of clarity as i look upon the sludge they dump in the river, and for a fleetin... » Continue Reading
I wanna live on forever in the lives i've changed for the worse. I don't know if i believe our words can save us from the tragedy inherent in our existence. but actions speak louder than the words you don't say. i just wish actions could forgive the words i never listen to. forget the person and reduce them down to their impact, turn their memory into a mockery of life. will your words save your h... » Continue Reading
early autumnal slog pins me down, has me wishing for a 9 to 5 and new music to destroy myself with. thoughts scatter like pale yellow leaves under oppressive sun. bitter winds have yet to creep across the doorstep, so what's washed out the light in your eyes? maybe it's the overexposure to constant atrocity, cracked streets and abandoned office blocks. maybe it's the sterilized walls that replace ... » Continue Reading