I wonder what happens in the sprawling white house pushed into the mountain does it evolve like the seasons and the trees? Even if it appears the same the memories must change emotions burned into the walls carpets holding broken dreams when the windows get washed do they still remember the stains? How do the … Continue reading The House in the Mountain
A gloomy Tuesday in Medellinhas the clouds crying on the mountainsthrough the cracks in the communa wallstears trickle informing puddles from a broken pastthe children splash aroundbut the dirty water still hits their skinI’ve never seen a cityhold so much beautyand carry so much harmit’s no wonder my heart sinksinto a sordid holeit had to … Continue reading Poem: Medellin
The clock strikes midnight and everything begins to feel empty careful connections cast to the wayside drowned by the sounds of techno beats and feelings fostered by broken boredom and sexual frustration I cant stop thinking about the few who made me feel something foreign in my body a lasting latitude of spiritual travel and … Continue reading Poem: Midnight Blues
I haven’t slept much I’m running on excitement nerves and feelings developed the good times get me giddy and when I try to simmer down a pretty woman always seems to find me my head hits the pillow the hopeless romantic in me takes over between the butterflies and dorm room noise I’m up every … Continue reading Poem: Sleepless in Colombia
They disappear quick like a murmur in the mist dew drops of knowledge dropped along the route of our past only soaking for a moment molecules of madness travel on the tracks of the universal soup looping and swerving until one happens to come to rest best to make a replica of what it represents … Continue reading Poem: Fleeting Ideas
He's big he's black and he's got an ass full of crap big shits are business and he gon' sell you allllll of that poopin' on your lawn and shootin' up your John better find a new place to doo doo cause the loo is long gone gave a new meaning to blowing up the … Continue reading Mr. Poopius Brown
The spider’s web waits for a flying taker such a unique way to capture build something beautiful and wait for the enemy to enter no wonder we’re afraid of the eight-legged creature how could we ever live up to such standards untenable? Make a one-time donationYour contribution is appreciated.DonateMake a monthly donationYour contribution is appreciated.Donate … Continue reading Poem – The Spider’s Web
I've attached the hammock to the trees stooping awfully close to the rocks below it's funny when you sit still how many little friends you make tiny white caterpillars crawling on my hairy legs frequent fliers the size of a cookie crumb buzzing on my head I think some of them have some pretty good … Continue reading Poem: The Coffin
We’re caught on the dock again where we spend so many hours fishing for a feeling captured in the past sitting on the same rusty bench where we first felt peace beneath the trees flipping on the same song made us feel less alone seeping between the cracks of the same L-shaped sofa lavender with … Continue reading Poem: Caught on the Dock
The women here wear one color when they walk a bright blue skin tight jump suit to catch the eye headphones to mute what surrounds she’d rather be looked at than spoken to June is coming soon a pleasant month to listen find a new spot to sit and watch the world bloom it makes … Continue reading Poem: Austin Women
