Tuesday, May 28, 2019

Honeymoon

While pulling a barstool, 
screeching across the floor, 
you're hit with the scent of whiskey, 
mahogany, and your own sweat, 
which intermingles with the taste
of blood in your mouth. The hardwood 
backrest is light in your hand. You 
can't see a bottle of Maker's on the shelf.
It's going to be a long night. 
Your husband raises a finger beside
you. "One more for my bride, sir!"
he says, or would have if he weren't dead.


Wednesday, May 15, 2019

Working Title: Movement

Life is motion. The ocean breaks the shore.

Every door opens and closes more loudly with age.

The burden of living breaks a man.

Each decision aids precision and navigates the river rocks.

The water flows.
Now is the time.

Ever present is His presence.