It seems to me, that the end is merely the frame. It is the crease that divides the truth from the outside Contained within a kernel shell, Easy to be snatched up by a pigeon and flown away.   Hardly… Continue reading

His smile is backward, More twisted than the tie around his neck, And neatly tucked within the lining of a secondhand vest. A fountain at his back streams and hisses as pop Music reverberates back along the water. A friend… Continue reading

The simple whisper of the water is misplaced Among the babbling of pleasantries That allow you to avoid the deadfalls and Rapid areas tugging at your attention.   It all trickles back Upstream to the blockade of twigs and broken… Continue reading