slumbering in the fires

the rider's bones clattered and clanked behind a dusted horse on the cobbled empty streets awash with the early rains that brought us al...

here is where i long to stand undeserving to witness even a glimpse, i have prodigiously, wasted its beauty. yet i have dragged through pain...

the rains came fast and hot. washing all our dreams tangled on the ends of their pitiful little ropes, swaying from the belabored boughs. th...

there are streets not too far from here lined with ruins, burnt down and out. a dull and raw nevi revered in disgust. a forlorn stigmata, in...

two more swallows of this coffee gone rancid and cold, i'll be on my way attempting to make it back through the trenches and barbed wire...

she tears into it with rusty dull tools. pain flows like a slow spring stream and no one smiles round here anymore. it soaks through everyth...

there is grandeur around every corner and it is in the trees and on the leaves that have collected themselves on the sides of roads. sometim...

in the shadowed corners, in the darkest moments there is the devil with his sleek and slimed pitchfork his eyes alight like glowing embers h...

lock yourself in here until you are able to move freely without worry or question without dependence you've bred demons in your skull th...

to start without declarations to begin with no proclamations just pure movement motivation, empathy how good is it going to be when we will ...

more rooms must be built to hold it all in more space must be allocated to maintain such containment they say that this is it and nothing ot...

i've busted up my arms just trying to get out of this snare its teeth rusted, pointed and in to the bone. i did it to take on a love and...

this part was never expected and now it is probably doing more harm than good everything froze and numbed these tears fall gratuitously, now...

do you not fear that all of it has been done, used up? extinguished, no place to go anywhere. it is a nickel's worth of an excuse. but s...

time stacks up these forlorn duties, beauty is lost to the cold, wrenched hand of procrastination. drift in soft dreams of traveling down to...

it is seldom perfect but it is most often preferred. as the coastline meeting the sea ever changing, asymmetrical and beautiful in its missh...

taking a good day working it over until a heap, twisted and bent up bound by each misgiving by every page, beats out its final measure. full...

watch this, he said pulled out a straight razor and began carving big sinuous strips of flesh this is high art, he said the highest, the bes...

a light drizzle from a dim grey sky and the reminiscently efferent light, echos from years now extinct, exhausted. luminescing from a time a...

this darkness, often mistaken for misery and curiously, a seldom perceived necessity ebbs and flows through all our parts and bones and cell...