Gone

I am left waiting on the hill

shaking with knowledge of

lost connections

I am left on the pier with 

memories of the dead

their sorrow pointed toward

the horizon

Hindsight

Brutalized by

hope

and expectations

where have I been?

What I thought was a beginning

was the beginning of my

end

 

Journeys

No one is going there with you

the grey lady ghost

hijacked memories on

the side of the road 

and the girl in the rear view mirror

the last truth you never wanted

to know

Another Beginning

Chicago/February, 1980

What do I remember about that day? 

Julia crying in the kitchen. Alex hiding upstairs.

A tall, dark-haired man in Julia’s living room. Telling me, I’m your brother. You’re going to live with me now.

My own terror.

But when he smiled and held out his hand, all I knew was love.

 

 

Time

This slippery skin

her fingers slide off it

a doomed grip on the moment

screams into forever

its gorge yawning time

again and again and

again

The Empty Grave

You were gone
Not like you never were
but as if you were meant to 
be a part of

everything

Episode #999

 

I can’t climb out

the spiders in my wrists

stretch into my fingers

only a balled fist stops them

no one hears the clicking

but me