Even in togetherness there is distance. I am alone – a central figure, distracted, aiming for contact, unable to eviscerate control, repeatedly producing a singular
Category: life
Smoking Pit
Cigarette butts no longer linger concrete, but I swear the cloud of smoke lingers, the sweat of adolescent anxiety – the suffocating pressure to comply
Foundations
Rock solid, biding time, fixated on a future born of movement. Frozen – iced snapshots of possibility, immobilized by misperceptions Role-playing expectations carved from generations
It’s Not That I Don’t See…
Somewhere, searchers are combing through rubble to find signs of life, or remains, while I fret over the size of my belly, bloated by excess,
Harboring
Memories are boats anchored, idle, awaiting calm – quaint ideals keep them docked, undermine progress never intended to harbour so many secrets – lack a
Tapestry
Laid out, in a tapestry, I suppose the overriding message would be inconsistency – a montage of seemingly unrelated images, the blatant disconnection offending to
