A Face

Isn’t it bizarre how I’ll see my reflection ten years later and desperately crave, miss, wish, hiss for the face that once was.   When right now I pull it a part I think and yearn for the future I worry about what’s to come and picture myself in pictures captured with my loved ones … Continue reading A Face

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WE ARE AFRAID

We are afraid of our youth. For those older than us envy it, have already had it, but aren't considered selfish to want a second-go. We are afraid of not ever possibly being home-owners, for that's what those on the news have said, and we must believe them (as we're spoon-fed.) We are afraid of … Continue reading WE ARE AFRAID

The Illustrated Man

His canvas is withered; once a gallery display, Now ‘distasteful’ graffiti on recycled paper. If auctioned back then, they would’ve been collectible, Now faded, only fluorescent in sepia photographs.   Once young and kicking, but that’s forgotten, as if his art’s backdrop was always creased mess. Once complimented, they’re now ignored, Like taboo patterns on … Continue reading The Illustrated Man