you are not alone


Summer stretches out

the viscous my mind’s pushing

through, enticing me,


to take a dive down

into the undulating

clarity telling


myself that it is

possible to take with me

what I know now and


swim without any

paraphernalia, (like

er, oxygen tanks?)


No, that’s not what I

mean. So I should take a breath

and when I find me


down there thrashing the

life I think is unique to

me in my naive


(but adorable)

youthfulness, I would say, “HEY!

You need to hear Dwight.


And wear these goggles.

(And don’t open that email.)

And trust me. I’m you.”


originally posted, March 21st, 2017





painting basement walls

with your velvet words, window

distracts from staircase


General bewilderment, Poetry
Christian, Poetry

She climbed for the view…

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over all of the pieces

missing in action


but so far from field

she was too high to collect

any meaningful


semblance of early

configurations of their



She had to go down

and follow the river bed,

to lie underneath,


to wait in the depths.

Heart broken by the sight and



by the breath of One

already there, bleeding out

poem’s syllables.