Posted in Photography, Poetry

Everything was Easier, Yesterday

I fear mountains
surround our bandages
which does little to tear open
our thoughts
when we aren’t thinking,
standing around the street corner,
watching neon blinking
and reading billboard advertising.

All the signs
point to us
in the center of collapse
while uncle tells jokes
sitting at the bar.

Posted in Photography, Poetry


My own brush
with invisibility
left me to despair
and to fight
the winds of change.

The forest left
no utterance
and I was alone
to wrestle with flesh,
the berries, and bones.