Category Archives: 1. Origins

they used to bother me in the summer mornings waking me up buzzing past my head as I dreamed of Belinda I’d hide my head under the covers but that wouldn’t last nothing lasts anymore i don’t even mind the … Continue reading →

i remember the days of lore when we had nothing more then the long summer of bore we’d dance at night under the stars and sleep later in the same place our feet bounced at sometimes we’d visit the parents … Continue reading →

i remember swimming at the beach, sand on my feet and the wind on my back it crashed against me pushing me away from the shore away from the whore if it all yet i still tried to run away … Continue reading →

the ducks and the geese and the birds played together on the grass in the back of the house where my gma would throw fits at them for stealing the bread that was thrown out for the squirrels the bills … Continue reading →

last of the good times candle burns flickers black and a little red reminding me of the time we spent worrying about things we had no control of chips of ceiling fall to the floor in the other room as … Continue reading →

as she climbs atop of me into me she dives inside of me through me she steals a piece of me on top of me she rises from out of me moving gently unto me gazing at me through me … Continue reading →

in 1984 i carved into a 2×4 the words hapy b-day dad and placed in on the last step of the porch so he’d see it when he got home i waited all day cuz i wanted to see the … Continue reading →

old hat still vain after all these years thought there’d be growth between your chest and your back but i guess we are who we are and maybe vain is vain to me but just old hat to you have … Continue reading →

it rolled six seven maybe eight times before i realized that my brother was in the back seat forward backwards side to side the car rolled and rolled till pavement cement gravel turned to one on the top but this … Continue reading →

forget the sunsets and the sunrises life ain’t never been that way not here not ever not when we were all together not when we fell apart going our seperate ways i remember summers in the fields far away from … Continue reading →