Open the Doors

open the doors i say to myself unscript the splendor of life live it whole no boxed edges sight is not what you see but what you’ve been given open the your sleepy eyes i tell myself let the dawn rise inside, the sun shines from your lighted being God is in heaven but heaven … Continue reading

Nothing is Right

night falls quickly pain psychic all encompassing a scrape on the skin of my soul, stinging and bleeding i hold his hand and he vice grips mine as if he were not leaving yet as if this thing we lived in would go on and on


his lips are open only the lower half of his false teeth in his dry mouth i swab it bringing back childhood memories of Jesus on the cross, I want to take his picture but my camera won’t pick up his spirit hovering soaring above his failing body hesitant to let it go he hears … Continue reading