Barn-House

trees bend and wave, flowers remind me of running through bushes with purple bunches, floral and lush until the snap–a swing-set unmovable-cemented haphazardly in the backyard with all its knobby trees and rotten leaves. apple-core eyes are smokey and coiling under an invisible chain-link fence for dogs, cutting the bandit’s neck staining bare feet like […]

Happy

If he saved himself I would be happy. If he had a little jar of air I would be happy to poke some breathing holes. Summer ends as his swollen body returns only to be eaten by tiny bugs and worms. Grass is greener over hereā€¦ a ghost is fog that lingers near. Try to […]