Dreams are in motion like trains. They creep along dirty by-ways, with the hope of sun. Later, they crawl up mournful hills where they are still for a fraction of a second, then plunge downward into their lifetimes. When their tracks cross rocks, they tremble, but they are never empty. They carry, at very least, … Continue reading Motion
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Baltimore?
I’m cruising down the highway with someone riding shotgun. I don’t know who because I’m watching for my exit and not looking at the person next to me. I’m hauling ass through the bright green marshland, but that’s okay. My exit isn’t for awhile. I look out the passenger window across the flat land and … Continue reading Baltimore?
Dormant
The bud on the tree is slender and pointed. It hasn’t swelled to its spring fecundity yet. It is a spearhead aimed at the sky. Not waiting, but accusing. Where’s the weather that will make me great? Why isn’t the sun out making the sap flow and giving me life? I am forced to sleep, … Continue reading Dormant