Love’s Dreamy Breath Jon Hillenbrand, October 15, 2008December 30, 2015 Love is air. Lovelessness is the drowning after. I float now in that water. Were I suspended in sweet air, you would see the roses in my cheeks and the clover in my souls. But as you peer past the surface of my rippled sky, your eyes will ungrey a ghost of my former self, my envenomed pallor surrounding twin pools of striking loss. I once survived flowing in calm featurelessness, gilded waves lighting my arms and legs. Then I saw my unveiled siren, my legend reaching down to me with outstretched longing hopeful fingers. She lifted me up toward a dream passed into me as from a breath. And as she exhaled I was alone upon her rocks where I dragged for a year. Broken, I slowly dipped down to the cold comforting shroud of foggy darkness which welcomed me once again. Poetry photography
Poetry The Direction April 4, 2010December 30, 2015 Morality is a giant flock of birds, every one joining and leaving as necessary to fulfill their immediate ambitions, the overall shape and direction coming from the collective emergence of the many. There are those who would enliven the flock and those who would laugh at its destruction. Today I… Read More
Poetry Life Should Be Delicious August 18, 2010December 30, 2015 I woke up with vomit in my mouth. The kind of dirty stink that makes you run to a cup of anything to change the experience. All night I had been bent at the waist, feeling my body implode, stopped only by the frozen stomach muscles that I hadn’t felt… Read More
Poetry The Ballerina in the Lantern April 27, 2018April 27, 2018 Clad in delicate peach and orange, she begins her dance with a curved bow to a curious audience. Read More