Sonnet 12489

Viscous crackers in the early morning: Reading between the rows of incomplete sentences looking for the ragged edges of your soul. Those tattered threads strewn about like so much lint seen floating across the last ray of hope. Too fresh to throw away, worn enough to be trite. There in the words splayed across the…

Everyone I know is so unlike you, a small knit in the cosmic fabric blending and shaping most of what we call life: You are the single thread that stands out from the pattern. Years ago, I saw such as fine a thread and I tugged at it … the cosmic fabric rippled. My life…

I am not Anne I have never claimed to be nothing more than I am. Usually I claim less unless forced to confess I willingly give up my name. Only once was I insane but if you ask my brothers they will say I never got off the train. They who are farmers, adulterers, and…

Another Sunday night spent sleepless, not dreaming the fairytale fantasies of my tortured soul, unable to divert the conscious thought into surreal dreams, until the crack of dawn like a hypnotists cue sends me into deep slumber. Ten minutes of restful bliss interrupted by an angry alarm that tells me – Today is Monday. ©…

Sometimes life just gets you down, going to sleep and waking up and everything in between is consumed with the single thought, “I just want to end it all.” It isn’t the thought of suicide that appeals to the mind, life or death – neither matters, nothing matters when you’re tired of life, when you’ve…

I do not keep a journal. I do not record my daily thoughts, or, the mindless daily activities of others. The simple truth is that contemporary life offers so little challenge. Whatever I want to read, or hear, or taste can be offered up at the touch of a button; for a small fee the…