Category: identity

Mommy, I’m tired

My mother’s birthday was about ten days ago or so. Or rather, it would have been her birthday. I celebrated it quietly in my head and heart. I steeled myself for a few minutes during the day to wish her a grand day. I didn’t get a chance […]

Goodbye to you

Excitedly looking to the future Eagerly awaiting a grand change Circles upon circles I strolled Saw fiery red circles Heard bombastic rumors All you offered was a frontal suture Denials were a firing range Ego trips was all you doled On the back of your monster squirrels With […]

I packed the clock away

I’m just passing by Heading home on the slow train I packed the clock away in my suitcase I guess I’m calling from the road I listened to the fiddle for mama Leaving all the liars and clowns behind The truth being the only shelter I’ve known Tearing […]