Tagged morning

Dear Dissolution

The thin glass of the old window is vibrating with wing flutter from the snarled nest of Christmas trimming and dry weed wedged above the frame. Dutiful comings and goings are transmitting these small shock waves. Mornings I return to the wadded tangles of my fears lit by the same light. It seems as though…

Survival Dreams of Birthday Cake

This lust is a quiet dream. Made wave breaking daywake Plate breaking ragemake Plate scraping shamecake Hunger morsel Morsel moments of insolence & bodyshame Shameslut slutstain Stainbreak breakfast Eggowaffle headblast Still starving child waiting for fullbelly dreamspace Bellyfull safeplace Nofear twoface Nostakes runrace Nightmare daybreak Wakeup dreamscape kind of home.       ABOUT THE…