Sunday, February 21, 2016

Hush

In the cracks between

wasted todays
and dreaded tomorrows
you find a dusk
that belongs to no one
but you.
For a moment
the cacophony
of living is shushed.
And it is quiet.

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Bleak

It's so much easier
to write
when you aren't
worrying about
putting together
a certain kind of
Life.

Life.
It can dissolve
the poetry in you
and leave you
for dead.