I.     Jealousy, envy, cheery, fine.   Like a dog barking to alert me of something noisy and unusual, I am greeted with no smile. like a car horn trumpeting for my attention to order, the TV in the neighbor’s house is turned off for the night. like a baby’s cry as a…

RECOVERY OF MANIA—STAGE ONE   I. Let the feeling of dread and blockade pass through me. It is better to feel the stinging heat of confrontation than to hold in the cold what I need to say.   II. Look at the progress, the small steps of smartness and sharpness, your clarity lit up, the…

Our religions are spoken to each other in different languages, the last proof we don’t acknowledge is that we all know it’s the Truth. But don’t understand one another. Fighting in different languages, we only have to make sense, and always say never. So, jealousy is only what we learn, and it is the most…

Living Description From the plane, looking down, some scientists knowing the proper term, I could view a bumpy forest of clouds; white packets of cloud shot up like bacterial growth, desanitized now that they have stagnated into the questionable atmosphere, climate change having danked the overhang, its storage nettledby a barely visible film of oily…

Love and A Pained Laugh     He looked like a cat that got in a fight last night and had to sleep outside.   He was so heavily drunk and in love that sounds were milky and drowned out. I rather hear a guffaw from him than from her something silky and drawn out. …

There has been so much going on in my life, Journal, that I rather not write. You, my journal, is full of to do lists. I rather I come to you. Well, I’ll tell you I’ve decided to listen to my therapist more openly. That’s probably why I have avoided you unless to peer at…

Living in Fear: Contracting sinews, chemicals fleeing into fibers of rot. Fear is needless and unnecessary, though it hurts like Hell for a reason. Full of need and necessity, nerves assaulted, unnameable threat, vigilance with no end, eternity’s futility, a rabbit’s readiness, survival’s fuel, a bird’s reflex, the scent of assault, the eventual absence of…

Squeezing the alphabet out of my eyes Lips lying parallel to my absence of sound So gripping a word What he told me…   What types of breath were available? The nights were so alone, When my mood was not available This violently loving man Accosted me And took my cheeks up To check in…

Waking up is like digging up The stubborn hollow ground. With comfy shoes we walk on it around. Around the issues. Around the rules Before we have a chance to review The mistakes that made our country good.   If you ask if you’re complacent, Just the question says you’re not. You were only sleeping,…

The mess in our heads Grabs our attention. Attention to each other Shortens Because of this culture I mention. Quiet desperation is No stranger to us still. Technology, convenience, While with the best of intentions, Does not clear our fear, threatens retention. Habits and unconsciousness Return to us as lonely animals. A contracted age, Souls…