what are wishes, but sand that falls through the fingers of those who hold too tight that are lost among the remnants of rock that get pulled out to sea do you see? me with my lips forever puckered always eager to blow that flame of my longing to someone with ears ready to hear of the years i spent cast away collecting seash... More..
"dead ends" what was it like to sleep with your head on subway stairs and your hair tangling with the days unwashed skin hugging around your bones so tight it's hard to imagine you ever being lonely you rest your head now on anything on windows, in the car, in your hands with eyes of deeply set cobalt that blink like moth fl... More..
in some silent type of agony we still exist in this box i put away dusty and filled as much as it can be more than we ever were old letters folded over with words washed out and defeated by the weight of picture frames holding smiles long forgotten dried up rose petals still with the scent of an ailing romance shells from th... More..
i wiped the dust with my bare hands today off old cd cases and photo albums it's strange to think of how many fibers and particles have made their home on top of my memories keeping them more company than i ever could he says that i block out my ability to flourish so i can't taste the possibility of having and losing that i... More..
there is a picture of you and i only one, stored away you with your shirt off holding me in my nursery pink walls and bassinets not the way you held her though, down with your weight on top, covering her mouth to keep the girl from coming out forcing yourself inside another father's daughter and somewhere in maine that man h... More..
why i go i feel cornered in myself for you imbedded in indifference four years we are now but your arms feel like falling your voice separates itself through the holes of my phone sifting fragments pleading to be more than recollections of white beaches and flowing skirts fingers tracing history into the sand between salty s... More..
to be invisible i come to the edge of the sand to sit looking at far away shapes and lights wondering who else is there on that remote beach head lost to the tides these shells poking hard against my skin remind me of those days spent counting my ribs showing through waiting for you flying the redeye to your town with anchor... More..
torrent Grandma found you face down in your flooded Sepulveda bachelor leaning over your bed with wrists bleeding into the water that was up to your knees old pictures and manuscripts floating around you like a Victorian painting I remember your crystal necklace always hanging from a strip of leather to the left of your ches... More..
You left me there, in the blur of your periphery blending in with the dead of winter where only my breath against the air could remind me I was still standing i could have let my feet carry me on; could have ignored the creeping burning flame that grew like ivy on my chest, and into my throat the heat branding me like scarle... More..
tonight my bones are sore like branches bending under the melody of the flying the songs of the weightless and if i could find my open sky i would make my own flight but i am bound to this ground for now puddles collect on the asphalt near the sandbox and look up at me like the eyes of the still and unavailing days i have co... More..
Jordan Sullivan
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