Category Archives: Life | Death


Streaming Sunset


My sensitive friend picks up
Signals from cell-towers,
Bits of words, torrents of social media conversation.
Sometimes it’s all too much.
She thinks they’re her own
Rhetoric and vitriol.

I want to tie her thought-balloon down,
To ground her the way others
Have grounded me,
So that we can grow down together,
So that her first touch of grey will reach the tip,
So that my laugh lines deepen into rivulets,
Pulling newly hewn wisdom into action–

Wait. Here comes a text message…
__________’s passed. She was sick for a long time.
__________’s husband passed. He was sick much shorter.
The memorial’s on Wednesday, hump day, a day to celebrate what’s done and what’s soon to be. I’ve realized I’m sewn into a sweater much larger than I thought
and someone’s taking it all out, knit, purl and all.

Meanwhile, the pendulum swings
Left… Right…
Black… White…
Male… Female…
People… Republic…
Listen, the goal is not that one triumphs over the other
But that none triumphs over the all.





Life (Remix #2)

Life, a continuous backing away from the edge.
Life, a slave to the money then you die.
Life, never walk under ladders.

I’m here in my mould, life.
I’ll take you up on a dare, life.
I’ll take you down the road, life.

Bitter sweet symphony, sing to me.
I’ll keep the airwaves free.
I’ll let the melody shine.

Original Sources:
The Girls. Emma Cline. Line 1
Bitter Sweet Symphony. The Verve. Lines 2, 4, 6-9
Life. Desiree. Lines 3, 5

blood lust

Clear tube fills,
dark blood swills
through a machine
that separates
red from the rest.

Without red cells,
blood is yellow
like the sunlight
filtering through
strip mall windows.

Men lie on beds,
women attend them.
Needles as hollow
as drainage ditches
dig into their arms,

drawing them
into a loop
with distant strangers,
these givers of life
to receivers unknown.

Word Prompt: lust