And I, Too, Enjoy Island Volcanoes

  Hope was dormant: forced laughter erupted from volcanic lungs, the larynx undoubtedly perplexed by the infantry of air assaulting the moribund vocal chords.   Ashen gray breaths tightly dissipate, once held by a brotherly strength formerly unbeknownst, leaves the lungs, out the chest, sooner than condensed.   In that charcoal mist, nothing is discerned, … Continue reading And I, Too, Enjoy Island Volcanoes

Holding My Hands Out (And Receiving Nothing)

As I stand, scatter brained by people who make me sadder,   tantrums, tantamount to a kick from Patton's boot, engender though   me, an accordion of connecting thoughts, sweltering: According   to the Census, the oranges originated from islands like Kansas   and Synecdoche, where the osprey's offspring were bad at crochet -   … Continue reading Holding My Hands Out (And Receiving Nothing)