Eve Rounds

the theatre

this is 

a silent film

flickering 

catching 

starting over

emptiness surrounding

such a blinding contrast ahead of us

shared stories 

captured images

disconnected

nonsensical

we replay our favorite scenes

we replay our swift regrets

our future now heavy with vacancy. 

Twins

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.  

should.

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 …