driving around texarkana area tonight. wandering. thinking. funny how the new happens, old memories still return. north jefferson. in the highbeams, telephone poles look like crucifixes. fields of them. three sixteen. gethsemane. sheol. texarkana. sugarhill road. old beech street haunts, youth groupers lived there. parents successful. edge of town, suburbs. sanderson lane. saw stars. cassiopeia. …
Tag Archives: Poetry
Solar Quarters
On sunny days there are actually two sunsets. The first, at high noon, when the sun is vertical enough to be obscured by the eaves and cease shining its warm light of promise into the windows of my house. The mood shifts, the room turns blue, the mind bends to the knowledge that daylight is …
The Floor, the Sky
I miss writing poetry. I miss looking at the stars and feeling it. Listening to something meaningful. Making a connection with a faceless Other and dreaming of a distant heart. This is our live transmission. Turning back a decade of pain and avoidance. Cleaning out the insults and downward voices that have gummed up my …
Starting Gun
Break the sun! Race towards the common ground Life! Rewards! Dream! On the highest of the higher planes. Sieze—my—heart Give me ’til morning dew I promise you Freeze—the—gun Morning a pistol SHOT! And the race is on. Be the one! Let me be the only one for you Love! Hold on! Regrets! Challenges of Daily …
A Phaysis of Rebirth
So. Welcome to the new Phaysis-point-oh. My nine years with Prohosting have drawn to a close, and with the change in webhost comes a change in journaling engines. After 9 years of trying, and failing, and trying, and failing, and trying again (and then failing), I have given up on building my own engine and …