On the Bridge, a Carnage

On the bridge, a carnage, Turmoil in a flipped white bus Unified gasp like collective hiccups. Head stuck in glowing screen — For fear, nah — for horror.   You cannot stay bowed forever  Death holds an irresistible allure. The bloodied head, the resolved chin The displaced leg, the lifeless  Body on the route to …

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Mid-July Deluge

I worry about the man who walks home at dawn, jacket in hand, his singlet brown and stiff from dirt while I rush in ankara paired with jeans skipping muddy puddles to save what is left of my shoes. Conductor who chooses fight over paying the hound-like money collectors who clutch at his shirt that …

A Rhythm of Regret

One day we'll stand on the precipice of fate's steepest cliffs and reach through space across a gorge dug by missed opportunities. We'll align our palms and whisper through the fog of past memories. Our hearts beating as one-- a doleful rhythm of regret._______________Featured image via flickr by Chris[tmas] K

Inertia

Inertia is that thing that binds you to your bed in an endless loop of vivid dreams and gory nightmares. Inertia is why mama never left, even when he tattooed his palm print on her cheek. He’ll change, she always said. But he never did. Inertia is why you’re locked in this dance. Two steps …