Stopping at the End of the Starting Place

(dedicated to Kelly, a beautiful compass in this world.) The place to start is at the beginning's end, where everything and nothing makes sense, make syllables synonymous with sound purpose until everyone understands the difference between function and reality. For the scattered portions are truly the best dreams, living fully while the rest of the … Continue reading Stopping at the End of the Starting Place

My Mommy Turned 50

Hi Mommy, Happy Happy Happy Happy Birthday Mommy; I am so sorry that I cannot be back in New York to celebrate your 50th birthday with you, but I know you understand. You are awesome like that, understanding why I had to move away and why it is so difficult to get back even when … Continue reading My Mommy Turned 50

Facebook Short Poetry Series #12

I'm not bulletproof, it all gets to me, the laughter and tears, we exist in the moment where you pull the trigger while I stand in front of you. it's a simple touch, a flex of tendon and bone, and muscles quiver in anticipation, and in the second we are gods bringing down our own … Continue reading Facebook Short Poetry Series #12

Facebook Short Poetry Series #11

It ends, you know, life. It ends in ways we expect, or don't expect. But it starts where it ends, and ends where it starts, and all the while we worry over it. Over the chaos, the boundaries, which line to follow, we worry, and waste away the miles between the start and the end. … Continue reading Facebook Short Poetry Series #11