Category Archives: nostalgia
losing hours/gaining time
the stretch in ohio is laden with gasoline tanks processing field corn and i am sure i have at some point drank or eaten or sipped from a specimen grown here. this gives me some time. i am supposed to … Continue reading
thirty two
i remember you, Happiness, with the glue bottle tucked into your frayed woolen sleeves; the winter mourning; the peanut butter sandwiches on loan; the intertwined sniffles and sniffing through your covered hand cupped to your nose in derelict; numbed hunger. … Continue reading
Filed under nostalgia
remember when the apple blossoms pierced through the witches curled fingers bringing promise of summer’s encroaching bounty the ground slowly relaxed its muscle’s frigid tightening and released to the bird song and morning’s crisp mist remember when we no longer … Continue reading
Filed under nostalgia, wonderland
black forest
the elements of the holy soul soiled began to leech their sense of place of here when the nod came to click possession into parcel there was lost the shuffle of the steward. the boats moved slowly, contemplative into mist … Continue reading
mirage
when nothing comes what must you do? do you remain someone else in the bizarre malkovich eyes that carry you through doors into rooms decorated with all the wrong colors simply or do you bang on the walls until someone … Continue reading
Filed under nostalgia
the h is effectively redundant
mum would cream her face every night after a bath. her orange headband, thick as i could remember and velcro losing taut, would keep her fringe from her forehead and her lips would oval as she circled specific dior smells – textures, shines. at times … Continue reading
