This heart beating down to surrender The world taking me apart Piece by piece by piece Turnin’ my head around And laughing down my neck Now this birth, it hurts Now this birth, it hurts The jets with all the people Flying high above His sky feeling so empty His sky feeling so alone Laughin’ […]Read more "Yellow Star"
Sometimes love is bad and good at the very same time. But then the good of it pushes through, a stronger force, and sews it all back up together again. The holding of her hand is louder than a scream. Her kiss buries the hurtful word. Her sleeping beside me in the dead of night […]Read more "Maybe What Love Is"
There was a heart in Central Park. It was lying there in the curled leaves and the grass saying goodnight. It beat a bit, but was slowing. I was sitting on the park bench watching. Nobody cared. The idiots were oblivious. I was alone as usual, trying to get some fresh air and think about […]Read more "Central Park Heart"
Papa Wesley was out back in his workshop tinkering with an old radio beneath the glow of a soft lamp when the door slowly opened and the boy appeared, shivering. He quickly turned to look at him, using only his head and not his eyes. “Close the door. It’s cold out there.” The boy closed […]Read more "The Naked People"
The men of the church sat at a round table in a room of red velvet and highly polished wood accents. There was a fire blazing in the fireplace and the logs crackled as the men ate ham sandwiches and sipped cherry martinis. They were somewhat disgruntled as they fumbled through folders of papers. Elder […]Read more "Ham Christ"
Madison Cherrywood was all alone in her room talking to an action figure about political strife when her father came in and told her the family was moving. It broke her heart. Madison Cherrywood was a quiet girl with a sad and reddened face most of the time. Her mother begged to brush her hair, […]Read more "The Girl Who Stinks"
We were lost somewhere in Arizona. The heat was better than the cold now. It was all about survival, more or less, but maybe it was more about the ability to live off the streets and the rough land – which was all that was really left unless you lived high in a glass tower […]Read more "The Running Alive"