the railroad line returns bridges to steel, chapels and tombstones melting easy with morning safe beneath a windmill the dodo eats scrounged berries, quiet, half expecting the lights to cut at any moment, hoping for glycerol to fall wet from the sky purely for utility, sweet, sour plums, liar, liar.
My brain is exploding inside a luminous cavern, dead keys beside me, there is a night like dayshine that eats at the very feathers of my heart. On such a night where word does strike sooner, the sounds become nothing until they become sounds that become nothing again. It is nights like tonight where IContinue reading “Yes”
Resurrection is a tough one to think about. Seems like it could be a positive … not sure if it usually is. That alone makes resurrection an idealized concept without necessitating resolution or explanation. So who cares? If I think about those ‘best days’, the ones I should wish I could bring back, and realizeContinue reading “Thoughts on Resurrection”