Category emotions

Styx and stones may break my bones

“I cannot bring myself to do it; I cannot bring myself.” And yet he does. Finding a token for the fare man. “Styx and stones may break my bones,” He hunches his body against the Window Watching the shadows reflected on the Glass wall. “I have been a journeyman drawing in The water; Cast now […]

The long dark channel

The Hunched Man stumbles in the passageway, A long dark channel, out of the waters and into the light. He pictures with his eyes the shapes of hunting: The famine mystique, The whiskey fed man, The curled and dangerous totems of his tribe. For H.M. life felt like a series of dark channels leading to […]

Are the commandments always the same?

“The shoe Forks Lightening And Thunder From the Mountain While two hands full Of sentences, indeterminate in duration, Count them, One for each finger (But nothing for my toes) Come tumbling down Down, Down softly to float on undivided waters To fill our pillows And to make tickings in our ears. They need neither stone […]

Memory scratched at his closed eyes

“Memory scratched at his closed eyes And growled through his sleep; But weeping was a year or so away. Carefully he released the blinds, And reaching for the cancer stick, Lit it And puffed himself into the day. Another one.” Mornings, alone are always the same. We slip into routines, and there is no one […]