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