REFINE I would paint this life Multicolored angst, delight A dance with love’s cry RECOGNIZE You make me so proud When you tuck your face and sigh Recognizing “yours” RESPOND Breathe in ripened crops Sense
Rain collects and sits in silence. Absence. Belly rumbles and remembers. Embers. Thighs collapse and then collide. Surprise. Thoughts run free and compress, compact. Intact. Keep cool. Submit to time. Sublime.
My muscles clench and contract Around you My soul whines and wails With and without you My heart cries and calls Out your name Deep and down My eyes shine and soak You in, all
After J’s football game today (it was a tough one: We scored three touchdowns that were called back with flags on the plays and, not to mention a cheating ref, but that’s not important; we
Ever have those off days? Of course you do. Though it’s hard for me to believe, sometimes. On my off days, I feel like I’m the only one in the world who experiences them. Earlier
It was the beginning of the season, the first week of practice. Their finest physical fitness was being tested. This was no place for punks. Man mentality and matching stamina were required. They tackled and
He’d been saying for several months how much he’d like to get into commercials or print work or television. Being a lifelong feedbag for the entertainment industry, I’d been resistant to his urges. I haven’t