His drunk intention, Lion stride, I'm deer running on fear and flight, His slurring swagger, Half-moon eyes, Riding on an ego high, I've...

Summer sat upon your hair, Great curls of shimmering light, With every bouncing laugh it dares, to lift its wings in flight. It could fly...

A pendulum swinging back and forth, Goes further than we do, A compass arguing what is north, Is likely to do too We flit like bees...

Little list of obligations Endless pile of my frustrations Stationed in a warden's office Got this notice to get on it You want it,...

The train screeches to a halt alongside the platform breathing a final sigh between the beeping doors and amplified announcements. A...

A warren of hallways split like the limbs of a tree divide the office into contained workstations piled with towers of paper and binder....

Cocooned in a sleeping bag, one for each of us, we slowly gathered the edges to push our feet to the far corners pushing against them as...

His back was concrete stiff, standing straight and tall, a posture any would envy. Wearing clothes of mottled greens, he strode down a...

I met her in a mirror but time had not yet passed onto her youthful face. She beamed with a fragile enthusiasm that vibrated when she...

Stoic, stern, with a dead-pan grin and an itch for punishment. An aid to the system of loop holes like rabbit warrens and unjust curtseys...

A paint chipped water bottle, scraped and dented sits on my desk with the posture of a royal guard. It bears the wet droplets of...

"Sorry mate", he calls after colliding against my shoulder catching my distressed sneer that flips to an earnest smile, grateful for the...

With a lazy heave, the flattened crumple of bag I had dumped unceremoniously at the top of my cupboard is dragged from hibernation. Upon...

The distinct smell of veneer that peels in polished chunks off of ancient wood in a resonate concert hall that gathers a cough and...

A pair of weathered shoes laid side by side, their once mirrored soles worn askew by the gait of their owner. The tussled laces slump...

Soft billowing pools of white curtain cross the sky, undulating before an autumn sun peaking glimpses of light through my front windows....

That familiar metallic smell tugs at my nose as I scrape the rust off a poorly kept hammer. It had laid stained by the atmosphere within...

Curtained lanyards drift in a gentle breeze, sweeping through the air like wind chimes. The dull rustle of fresh leaves as they giggle...

Black bitumen and tar run like molasses through the paint worn houses and unkempt gardens. Unlike a river, it does not seem to cultivate...

There's a weight that sits behind my brow after long distance travel. The recycled hours stuck in a human sized but not human shaped...