Posts for June 18, 2026

go to work
then go back home
flip through the hurt
with the scroll of your phone
scary world out there
feel better alone
let the world burn
in our comfort zone

sorry i gotta work that day
and aint got nobody to cover my shift
and who can afford to quit
in this economy
we aint wanna get
to the core or the pit
of the problem’ we
just wanna dance around it
never confronted our past
never had the uncomfortable conversations
not even in front of the glass
we don’t want the confrontation

During the last few days

of what I hope will be

my last work trip of this summer,

I noticed the absence of junk

usually orbiting me by this time

when the scales of desirous displacement

tip my thoughts 

back towards home.

Quite tired of traveling,

right now I only sense

the alarms waking me up at five a.m.

or the lack of a regular schedule 

that makes each day into three

beneath the banner of 

not knowing what comes next.

There is a fear that results from only

the abundance of exhaustion,

and I assume I passed by that station

at least two weeks in the past.

But I won’t bring back 

these raw and exposed nerves

to the junk drawer awaiting me at home;

among the receipts, tickets, and photos

of our victories and defeats

will be the ample hours laughing at each other

in the cars and rooms we will never see again. Thankfully.

God your eyes are blue
little pools of hue
where yourself sees you  

See them and ask why
You feel like to die
die forever tethered
but things don’t stay tied
tethers will sever
dying isn’t new
nor for forever
no matter how blue
or green, whatever
the hue seems to you

Nothing makes more sense 
than the primal affection
of a cat 

I, too, understand the urge
to be close to those I love

To mark and remember 
what belongs to me

When my dear cat rubs
her face against mine,
nothing in the room
makes more sense to me

It feels so good to finally be outside—
especially amongst my community.
A culture that can never be replicated,
only imitated. 
Our ancestors would be so proud.

May our focus on celebration outweigh the discrimination.

THYME

WIELD

SPEAR

BREAK

Frission of insect song

                                                      ~ trrrrrrrrrrrl ~

when unseen bows brush 

                                                      ~ trrrrrrrrrrrl ~

one ceaseless note, before

                                                      ~ trrrrrrrrrrrl ~

resolve to lower register

                                                       * brief breath *

& recapitulate

                                                      ~ trrrrrrrrrrrl ~

all night long

                                  & again.

ancient streaming screen
lens wrapped in brass and wire
vaulted mystery

sometimes
it just takes
two hands 
on either side of the face
nose touching
and a 
I love you
to make sure
everything makes
sense

You smiled so warmly like you knew me. 
Your grin took the familiar shape of an out-of-place
memory, but the gaps never filled, just drained
into the supplement aisle when the crowd surged.
I’m always blacked-out, warped images corroding
my vision, in their wake I’m puzzled by a blankness. 
There’s been too much turbulence, distance, darkness
to find how the light slants back into your eyes
the exact way it did back when. You used to.
Your name is. I know you. From the time you.
No signal. No transmission to sift through static.
When, where, who? An unknown number doesn’t ring,
discarded into my missed call log, 5:34 pm, no message left.
I was so alarmed in the moment noticing the tally of faces
my memory betrays, that I forgot to smile in return.