#considerallthings

Mountain dandelions are different than ones back home.They make fluffy yellow flowers look like housecats. Not lions at all.Yellow fringed and orange centered with green eyelashes all around.Roar pollen in the wind. Dig in the leftovers of a billion years.Root like pigs. Deep into hard gray lichen coated ground.Creep throughout a lawn and launch on eyes like preywhere they mindlessly…

Hollowness. Behind the eyes, in a stiff flat steel line down through the sternum. Guilt. Regret. Begets tension. And stress. Like Heath Ledger clenching his jaw. The deep buried pop when stumps split. Judge me for this. Blame I. Tie me to all of my bad decisions. The world wonders which one of all of us sinks first. I’m waiting to see who learns to breathe underwater. I have. I learned to breathe…

That moment of morning when a single birdsinging becomes birdsongs and all the birds become one. Trees wake up whistling before the sun. Their work is done. While mine/ours has only just begun. To believe is to incarnate desire. Like stickingyour hand in the fire. Do you believe it would burn? The towering tube of braided strands of fiber showno fear, no remorse, the day they sleep in when the…

The rain. The mist.The shots we missed.The strike. The set.Each show born in debt.We angle. We gamble.We speech. They ramble.No dance. A rabble.The whole play unravelslike a ball of yarn returns to string.Vowels we sing. And consonantslike continents in-betweenoceans of melodic happenings.The joy we wringis better thanthe kill-joy we receive.Our task: to deceive.Life’s boredom, we relieve.And…

Take away the noise. The voice. The rippled ocean in the air. So that we are all ears. So that no one can hear. Except through the soles of their feet. Don’t pray with fingers intertwined but toes touching. Take a seat. Flee the heat. Fleet week. Anarchists in sailor’s uniforms. Soldiers by day, villains on the web. Spiders say thank you for your service while thinking damn I’m glad I’m not you,…

Oh you life, pompous and loud, loopy yet proud. Lightning crashing parties in heaven.At the entrance telling lies that barrel down deep like thunder, a second too late, truth debates shaking ground from sound, flustered, rippled air. The clouds hoisted rain withheld,dangled, above head, just out of reach, beyond, water in aerated ascended pondscasting shade and crooked lines so thin you can see…

I do not fear the water. My time is set in stone.

A misty eyed mystified look across twenty four young faces. Masks make you realize how it all always was in the eyes. Skepticism. Judgment. A narrow fold of scrunched justices when brows get pulled down together. A good orator sits back in the seat where they stand. Let them stew in it a bit, before easing the queasy feeling of questioning what it was they just heard. A crooked smile is like a…

Little Boy’s Beauty and the Beast

Why would you want a fancy prince when you already have a fearsome beast? You have the girl and the castle and servants all immortal, all entrapped within their service. What makes it a fable is the imaginary assumption anyone would try to fix the curse. Beauty and the Beast is a patriarchal vision. The whole thing starts with a kidnapping of an accidental trespasser who is then locked in a…