Ghosts With Bones

Every other day of the year he's dead. Today he lives in my mind. The funny smart-ass kid that bounced around when he was six and I was eleven, I was Matthew and he was Matthew but when we finally got to meet he became Little Matt and I became Big Matt. Uncle Matt is… Continue reading Ghosts With Bones

Lasting First

we can see the galaxy, we're watching the spin of infinite depths of time and light, in our little remote spot

Through A Mist

There is at least a small chance, still, that this life is my dream and one day I will wake to find that nothing was lost. 

Eyes, Skies, Lies

  It's okay if you feel like these are just words on a screen, and if that obscures the obscene from your mental regime than I cannot fault your resolve and try to topple your walls, if it's somethin strange in your neighborhood and you don't call Ghostbusters than I'm not sure we can really… Continue reading Eyes, Skies, Lies

Glass & Gale pt IV

The sunlight through the clear stone was warm. The cub moved the stone side-to-side and watched the light change color. Red, yellow, green, blue, the cub lay on his side and pushed the stone with his paws.  As the light turned yellow again, the cub heard something from above. Looking up into the trees around… Continue reading Glass & Gale pt IV

What I Really Meant To Say

I meant to say, I love you, Mom. I was eleven and lying on the living room floor, and she was falling apart. Crying about life, about the difficulty dealing with my youngest brother. She poured out her heart, and then she had to go.  "I love you," she sobbed.  "Bye." The cold cruelty in… Continue reading What I Really Meant To Say