Thursday, May 24, 2012

Little prince

Pile of people, family, incomplete, the tuba, we, desperate listening to it- and to each others heartbeats, feel my head on your back? I rest on you and spread my fingers that feel so very webbed on you. You carry my sorrow for some moments like this until our train arrives and I separate myself from you and we leave the tuba man behind. You say that felt good. When I ask how, you say my head felt good "like this," and you take your little hand and graze over mine to show me, and I realize how little you need from me. 

photography by Vlad of VKphotography

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Pasta dinner with music

 I tell myself, to stay, stay through this song, and through this next one too,  swallow this lump, every lump, no matter how bitter or how much 
I want to cough up my innards. 

photography by J Clark Images

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Sojourn to nowhere

Shattered and full of trepidation of the long, long road ahead. A road that they say one must take, but as everyone knows but won't tell you, the road inevitably goes nowhere. You know it too.

photography by Vlad of VKPhotography

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Great expectations

We are waiting for so long for what we don't even know. We just think- it will come, and it will be ok, when it does. We wait, as we chop the carrots for the soup. We wait as we take our kids to their playdates. As we sit at home staring at the turned off televsion screens. In bed, we wait staring gazing at the ceiling. Sometimes we venture to our balconies and look at the moon, and then we still wait and wait. And we are thinking it will come. And weeks pass. Then it's months, which turn into years. And it's so heartbreaking, this. 

Photography by Dan Smith -

Wednesday, April 4, 2012


A cold sweat you feel, in every moment that you are feeling
And you want to apologize to yourself:
"I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry"
"I am so sorry I can't take care of you, I just don't know how"
You don't even know how to untie your own bonds
You watch, imprisoned by yourself, as you as you are forever perishing 

photography by Rob Randall

Thursday, March 15, 2012

It's so quite.

inaudible nearby thoughts 
they fall from me in muddy mascara tears on a white pillow to prove they were here
they form Roschach designs for me to interprete 

photography by MrLouis

Monday, March 12, 2012

Fear of sadness

the bed, the television on its dusty bureau, the drapes, the stained carpet, 
the scratched glass dining table, the floral overstuffed sofa
the way my back eased on to the covers; 
softly, slowly, trusting
the musty everything

photography by ImagZen

Monday, March 5, 2012


take one final view, this is the last time i give words to you, pulling my knotted soul through my throat 
i am still bleeding olive oil from where the bow is lodged
but i am finally bowing you out of my malady
do not come back here please
as there isn't anymore of  me to see
or words that are
for you

photography by Ben Fernon

Saturday, March 3, 2012