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The Square Corner: November 2012

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Wednesday, November 21, 2012. She spoke of a different place. He kissed her sweetly. They were lovers once. She went away, he stayed behind. Years have passed and she still speaks of a different place. All my life I've wanted to fly and touch the sky. Just as I've wanted to swim to the bottom of the sea. Now comes the night with laughing blankets to cover me. Sleep slips. Past easily and free. Past the morning where wondering clouds wait for me. Tuesday, November 20, 2012. Thursday, November 15, 2012.

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The Square Corner: June 2015

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Sunday, June 14, 2015. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Compared to most of you my life probably isn't so interesting, so I blog to pass the time. View my complete profile. Dark I was drunk when I walked the night with stag. Deep Into Winter We All Must Go. Beginning Of The End Of Summer. Learn about how jeff bezos startsup amazon and entertain the world of books, dvds, and musical chorus. The migration of words. Wish I Was Here (2014). Rough Around the Edg.

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The Square Corner: October 2012

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Sunday, October 21, 2012. Something weighs heavily on me. Life is so long. I feel short of breath. There is a movie at a late show. I'll walk to it slowly. Maybe I can stop and catch my fleeing heart. Lay down and rest. Watch the old movie inside me instead. Sunday, October 14, 2012. These hands of plunder. They take from me in life and death. My soul, my soul that yearned for so much. The wealth was in my dreams, my hope like a shiny jewel. These hands of plunder robbed me of this. Both men walked quick...

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The Square Corner

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Tuesday, July 14, 2015. When my dreams fell to the ground like loose change,. I bent down to pick up the broken pennies and dimes. Nah, leave them for someone else.". Someone whose heart succumbs to a fool's gold.". I felt richer for being poorer, but sadder just the same. I was leaving behind an allure that lost its shine. A young man, I feared, at this place would find his misfortune. I lamented how sidewalks, dreams, and loose change take you in. July 30, 2015 at 6:24 PM. October 14, 2015 at 10:51 AM.

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The Square Corner: September 2013

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Tuesday, September 17, 2013. I sit in a room of hurt and water. I wash my pain as if I was a sinner. Baptize myself as if I was priest,. A Holy Man gently stroking my bleeding brow. I see no God. I wait and wait for No One. And No One waits for me. Just with this dry thirst, I sail away on a human river of blood and water. Sunday, September 15, 2013. He says: “They’re all gone.”. 8220;Dead.” The bartender grunts. 8220;Yes. What can you do about it? 8220;Nothing. Ask God.”. Monday, September 2, 2013.

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The Square Corner: February 2015

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Sunday, February 22, 2015. His face was dead. In the back alley that separates the bar called the One Lucky. From a city Church, he was jumped from behind. His face crashed against the concrete. He was kicked. They cursed him and left him there to die. No police arrived to investigate the faceless, bloodied man. No one traced his life. No one followed his last footsteps into a dark alleys where he met the mad fury of others. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. The migration of words.

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The Square Corner: June 2012

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Sunday, June 17, 2012. I'm off the road now. It is late evening, the long summer sun is setting. I sit wearily on a grassy knoll. My canvas pack rests beside me. I must find a place to sleep; where I can unravel a thin blanket. Then when the morning rises, I again rise to the open road. But in this moment I will drink from a setting sun. Watch a dying light play on black tar that stretches out like long legs. Tuesday, June 5, 2012. This is where it happened," a female voice said behind darkness. Perhaps ...

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The Square Corner: May 2013

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Sunday, May 5, 2013. The heart is my sullen beast that consumes me in sadness. But I will return. I will free myself of its grip and slay it. And speak of it no more as the beast slumbers in another man's soul. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Compared to most of you my life probably isn't so interesting, so I blog to pass the time. View my complete profile. Return The heart is my sullen beast that consumes . Deep Into Winter We All Must Go. Beginning Of The End Of Summer. The migration of words.

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The Square Corner: July 2015

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Tuesday, July 14, 2015. When my dreams fell to the ground like loose change,. I bent down to pick up the broken pennies and dimes. Nah, leave them for someone else.". Someone whose heart succumbs to a fool's gold.". I felt richer for being poorer, but sadder just the same. I was leaving behind an allure that lost its shine. A young man, I feared, at this place would find his misfortune. I lamented how sidewalks, dreams, and loose change take you in. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.

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The Square Corner: December 2012

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Sunday, December 2, 2012. I wave under a. Roll my tired shoulders,. Stretch my hurting arms,. Shake my weary fingers,. My bones, My aching bones. They want to go no more. Is that a wave of good-bye, for good? Give up the Ghost, so to speak? I'll wake in the morning and talk to my bones. Perhaps we can accommodate one to the other. I'll move more slowly and carefully. Choose more wisely when and wear I go. Belongs deep inside of me. See, even the heart has its bones to hold it in place.