Tag: Words

Words

Sometimes I feel like murdering them, squashing them under my feet, watching letters bleed out, separated from the word they are attached to. Other times, I place them in an incubator, checking in on them from time to time. Some go in a special…

How Does It Go?

It isn’t a question of whether words will come It’s a question of how you want words to go    

Undercurrents

  How leaves lie around his house…placed, as if in a certain order. How the sky is colorless above his roof, matching the freeways.   The only chance for him to see color and chaos is the sea But the ocean is forbidden inland,…

Voices On A Screen

There are Other voices, which you are part of, yet separate Those Other voices are filled within you, with their weight of coarse speech and their calluses that form upon your whispers, where empathy is a gesture gained and lost at the tip of…

Numbfounded

I don’t know about you, but I have Loudness in my life With a special ability To pierce my eardrum, As if he were born With just the right frequency To irritate only me!   Sometimes I want to Stick a sock In his…

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