vivre

un homage à l’homme qui prends vie qui chantequi danse il n’a pas de peurvivre pour il sais qu’il etait créépour vivre c’est la vievivre bois, manges, savoure ce moment est ici et puis il passe comment ca...

Believe In It

Once upon a time, you – only half yourself – waited wished that some 1 in 150 million white knights would fight through the acid swim the equivalent of 4-5 miles in 12-48 hours – choose the right and lose his comrades only to crack open your shell...

Let Go

Dark smoke pushes the light out of your body. I watch it go, wisp by wisp – every day, more clouds, more fog obscuring the sunshine. There are moments when I still see that reflective beauty of mirrored amplitude bouncing in your eyes and radiating outward, but...

Blue Eyes Crying for Lorraine

There’s a hole where you once were and maybe that’s okay so they say – but I don’t feel okay. Nobody knows how I feel today and every day when I wake. Where is the one who used to greet me? who sat beside me when blinds closed at day’s...

Dandelion

Part I I AM — a weed. Forcing yellow head from infertile field, hearty in health, I heave myself forward from barren ground. Overkilled and underappreciated. Your trampling only toughens me. Gloria Gaynor’s flower child – I will survive. Part II I AM...