Permutations: Sleet

Press play before reading. Sleet Seduction Sundown, another letdown, a dreamstate downpour starts. The sensual mists of longing breathes into the room a kind of heavy, clouded incense, cradling you into aimless drifting. The cold seeps through the crevices, the walls start to give in. You lay there submerged in the icy waters of uncertainty’s…

Tenderness

Hey, lover, what’s killing you today? Remember when you came to me as winged predictions, a card on a spread, sweet hope and dread? I do. When the fire goes out of your lungs, is it still me they water your lips with? Hey, lover, the sky is bathing. The light pulses through clouds and…

Maybe we sleep

Maybe fulfillment, however fleeting, trumps the state of brooding & hollow I’ve come to call home. Maybe it pays to dream. Maybe slingshots, maybe gunfire, finality, and breakage discredits our faith. Maybe picketfence embraces and worrying about someone won’t hurt as much in the long run. Maybe fear is fear and is poisonous when left unchecked. Maybe…

The Collapse

I. There’s a scratch on your shoulder We pulsate. Crushes me like, crushes me like lead You gut me like a fish And I wanna get older and my entrails unravel All the things I want I really shouldn’t get like pools of regret, and longing If I triumph, are you watching? Can you separate…

The BaaHowlBaa Manifesto

Let lies not lead you astray. Adversity is the other half of peace and these two shall always be present whichever way fate steers you. There is no need for a sheep to wear a wolf’s clothing and vice versa. Inside of a person are two halves: one fanged, the other meek. Revere but never…

Baked

*Stoned musings written one night at a party with friends on a condo along Shaw.* Parts of us are drifting apart we are divided by the intonations remotely drifting the words impenetrable as we pinch our noses over the smell of adulterations we have to protect we are imbeciles to the incense the vestiges of…

The Art of Detonation

To paint an image is to go through film strips, dismantle motion picture loops of action, suspended one take, light check, stage cues film scene, top billing cuts, transitions, scenes assembled one memory at a time Like third grade exercises: coloring inside the lines, as the fire inside you whispers, “Burn the wax, burn it…

H.O.W.

Loving me never came with directions. This, I think, is as close as it gets.

Nine Eleven

  Honest Confessions on Letting Go by Kevin Kantor Honest confessions on falling in and out of love with a confused 20-something semi-closeted gay man or I can usually tell in the first fifteen minutes if something’s gonna work out for the long haul so why’d I ever bother or a beginner’s guide to crying…

Triggers

His day starts out like any other. Getting up is already a grueling ordeal, what more the task of figuring out what polo to wear, disposition to embody, and expression to plaster on his sullen sunken face. Getting out, the dirt sticks to him like second skin, the heat bleeds him dry and the cornerstone…