Xanadu
 

My drive is a torn map, drifting  in a windless dessert. Hooked by the harsh, hostile, heat  caught and cut by the glochids of cacti....

Everyone sees me, but never actually see me, they  Look right through me. My presence unknown. They swipe me aside to see the view.  My...

I yearn to be the Sun you dream of — in the dead of night. The sweat streaming down your furrowed brows, glaring at the world around you...

She falls upon the dancers wrapping and twisting them in light. Hums of ghosts play under her, whispers of their chairs being shuffled,...

Worn leather, hollow. Brass mouth open, waiting. Dust settles where steel once lay. Nothing presses back. Nothing fills the silence.

My humor is a teenage boy In a museum full of abstract paintings. Lost in a world where colors clash and shapes confuse, Finding meaning...

The house creeks as people walk through. The kitchen once an olive green, now a navy blue. The banister of the stairs on the opposite...

Still the room at the cost of the unarrived. As breath appears, the world stops followed by drained will— pale pigments of fatality among...

The world is a kaleidoscope  filled with eight billion people.  Each pair of eyes a lens  viewing abstract beauties of the earth. No two...

When we make bread, she tells me  this is what trust is, as she kneads the dough.  You push your whole weight into something  in hopes...