Notes On Descending
This short, poetic essay reflects both the nature of depression and its untimely onset. It is the author’s best attempt to put very complex feelings into words.
Love Letters, No. 26
I AM NIGHT and dusk is never ending. Probe the dark and prove my worth. Step blind into oblivion, summon … Continue Reading Love Letters, No. 26
Jailhouse Saints
Sitting with my skull Propped against An old window A/C unit, I had an epiphany, And here it is: My … Continue Reading Jailhouse Saints
Lucky
IF YOU FOUND ME ON THE STREET and asked, “What have you done with your life?” my answer might be: “Well, that … Continue Reading Lucky
Bloom, Sweet Azalea
Take refuge in the shade, But don’t let it pale you, Find safety from the scorch Of life, the pressure … Continue Reading Bloom, Sweet Azalea
Reaching For Repose
My bones ache and sag, Worn from years of working In heavy bluegrass autumn air, Destitute of care, of love, … Continue Reading Reaching For Repose
Withered & Worn
Darkness is swelling, looming, casting shadows over me, as a stone on the shore is overcome by open sea, I … Continue Reading Withered & Worn
Love Letters, No. 41
I am terrified. Daylight seeps and settles, leaving nothing to the imagination. My covers are cold and damp, clinging to … Continue Reading Love Letters, No. 41
Box
Catch my scattered thoughts Save them all inside the box That I keep underneath My bed, where I don’t sleep. … Continue Reading Box
Birth of an Ember
My ghost is waning, these days. There’s a flicker of hope, somewhere inside, and it’s fighting to find oxygen. It’s … Continue Reading Birth of an Ember
