Eve Rounds

i’m ashamed

of my own lack of: will power, motivation, tenacity…

of. lacking. any thing. in general.

outsiders will read this and passionately disagree. but only you, meaning me meaning you too, knows what truly and fully goes on inside the inside of the underside of things.

i stop and sink. fall forward. and often consider this movement an onward direction. when really, it’s just down down down. eyes opened or closed, it’s all the color of mud.

things appear to have gone dark, but my heart has not been blackened in any direction.

as i walk blindfolded, i can smell my dad’s lincoln roses in every room, in every ravine.

oh yeah AND

dad's wine cellar

dad’s wine cellar. only in south carolina, folks.



It isn’t easy being a twin.   Others considered us as one two-part person,  while our parents saw,  in our conspiring, four or more.  


dark morning darkness woke up crying i now embrace the word should. it’s a simple truth. my dad should be with me on my   

27 days ago

i lost you so suddenly too suddenly your blue eyes in a constant state of near tear because you loved life giving us so much

haiku ish

in this direction waves break to the right of me reversing my own current

.no . title .. here …

your ……. face against the bruised air between my quiet mind and the raging storm …. panic .. desire …….. pain and wishful logic slowly …