Reflection/Echo/Self

I co-wrote this piece, it is not mine alone. “I am always told how empty I am, described as a desperate man always seeking water. Maybe because I seek not the drink but the reflection.” ~Narcissus But he too was seeking more than the quench of thirst, perhaps the quiet of the soul. Seeking to …

Safeword

obscene gesticulations mechanical revelations profane observations      and you were right at home blackened eye bruised thigh anguished cry      still you came for me sleepless nights passionate fights surrendered rights      everything you ever asked for consensual abuse emotional misuse pain let loose      the answers that you sought forcing you to stand your ground discarding every excuse …

Tour of Duty

I lost my innocence one night in September of 1987. The television screen was blank, through the speakers came the sound of a lone guitar and static, drums began to beat and I saw the jungle. “Paint it, Black” began and I knew war, a concept I could never have thought of on my own …

Burying Ghosts

Ghosts do not stay underground, no matter how deep you bury them they always find a way to return, floating up through dirt and rock. They come back, make their presence known, their aggravation only made more plain by you trying to be free of them. Ghosts do not want to be forgotten and dirt …

Reading her horoscope

My fair maiden, but never mine to be had. Lover of my soul, mistress of my desires, vials of tears line the shelves of her heart, tears long dried leaving sorrow solid on the glass, it catches the light through the ancient windows and casts rainbows across the walls. Rainbows that dance across poetry written …

It had a name once

She sees her reflection in the television he watches, in the wine bottle on the table in front of her, in the glass in her hand. His words from this morning echo in her head, drown out the sound of helmets clashing and announcers calling plays. Tears well up in her eyes, as she imagines …