Smear Jon Hillenbrand, July 1, 2012December 30, 2015 I wouldn’t change a thing about you. It would change the skipping of the record and labotomize us both…then we could share an IV bottle together, honey nectar for veinous rivers. Path forward, through the universes, chopping with my fingers through the literal weeds. You’re a sunlit green and black meteor in a plain beige grassy field. If you drip out, I hope you are absorbed by a rock and not a sponge, preserved for the ages not the moments you would be more than capable of irradiating. Poetry LifelosslovephilosophyphotographyPoetryrelationshipswomen
Poetry Cycles March 20, 2011December 30, 2015 Life and death, war and peace, being together and living apart all cycle in the nature of the seasons. Similarly, that pattern belies a deeper truth. That is, that even though they repeat, things are different each time, with some progression, some regression, every time around. In war, there may be an attack… Read More
Poetry Perspective May 27, 2010December 30, 2015 This is a poem I wrote about how inspired to write I feel whenever I’m out running at night. Usually I think of a lot of things to write, but then I start to forget everything as fatigue sets in. Quick, run inside The words will hide Cuz’ words don’t… Read More
Poetry List of Deeds October 21, 2009December 30, 2015 The Truth will not reveal itself to the idle mind. We must sometimes engage in things which we might find uncomfortable, the least of which may be the admission that we were previously incorrect about something. Concurrently, this sometimes uncomfortable journey may bring us to a bridge we have to… Read More