I say, “I care”, but do I really mean it or have we used this filler sentence so much that it has lost its grand standing importance. Have all of us been pushed to the brink of exhaustion that we say this phrase just so the other person will reveal their story, vent, then shut…
What am I doing here? Seriously! What am I doing here? What are you doing here? Seriously! What are you doing here? Has my life led me to being a so-called, quote on quote, writer so all my hard fought words can sit on a page and wither away with other people’s writings? An endless…
My todays tarry, flaked, bright sunrises to glowing, midnight moon, tangled in an inevitable swoon, constantly chasing the prizes of the lives we marry. Little whisper breathe, and pepper my tired ear, while frozen I stand in place, I take my hand and erase a wet capsulated tear into its endless sea. My yesterdays beckon,…
My second born son – where do I begin? He was delivered to us some time ago, a forever that was only yesterday, by cesarian section. The day before his arrival, I remember the phone call I received from my wife while I was at work. She went for a weekly check up because the…
I went to the grocery store today. They did not have any strawberries. Or cherries. Or green bananas. Or fresh oranges. I immediately thought, figures, considering. I tried looking for other items, all unavailable because, hell if I know! I left because it was too exhausting. And depressing. And I think I heard a girl…
(I looking at looking me) I pull at me's skin with a blunt edge called life, leaving a scrape on the surface of us, and wonder, while looking at me, why I would do that to we. *the mark on my soul slowly disappears* Me looks at I standing outside our reflective shell and shakes…
The first person to shave away all their pubic hair - what were they thinking? Did they just wake up one morning, sip a cup of coffee, turn on the tele, stare at the sunrise through their blinds, eat a bowl of cereal, and say to themselves, hey, I want to get rid of the…
Hearing the scratching (We are the floor we feel,) of finger nailing the backing, (our unfrozen terrain remains unfrayed) while smelling the necking (as we explore the sacred friction of now.) and rubbing the skinning. Listening to the whispering (We slay the nights unseen) of lipping the lobing, (into tiny slices of salty slumber,) while…
There was this boy. He grew up in the rural South. He drank Pepsi Cola from glass bottles. He ate Nabs. He worked in tobacco fields at the age of twelve. He dreamed. His imagination was his escape. It was his portal. At a young age, he knew other realms existed. You just had to…
Interviewer : Hello Vernon. It’s nice to have you with us today. Thank you for being here. Vernon : Glad to be here. Honored, honestly. Interviewer : So, you have neared your one year anniversary of blogging. Tell us how this journey began for you. Vernon : I can remember it like it was yesterday.…
