In Your Midst

Each time I am asked, my spirit is willing, yet somehow I still suffer from a sort of social malaise, and I cannot name where it comes from, save enormous overwhelm in situations where many discover delight. I know I may fool you, for I genuinely love people, though I...

SLAM

Closing the door or chapter: the irony! What is yearned for quickly rejected out of hand, a cicada fighting to hold onto popping skin, the unexpected folded twenty stuck absentmindedly into deep wool of winter pockets, only to reveal itself a miracle upon rediscovery...

IF

If I wanted right now I could ask, Please come and hold me. And you would, no excuses, if I wanted. If I asked, you would drop the tool from your hands, help me gather debris hacked from our jungle yard, no complaining. It is not that you lack direction, far from it....

THOSE THINGS WE CARRY

Most of the things we carry did not come through a portal straight into our hands. Most of the things we carry were collected then forgotten like stones on a dusty shelf somewhere in the recesses of our home and mind. Still these burdens are there, churning around...