Hook

Goodwill and hope, I wouldn’t consider it too much, or allow it too much value, in the real world, it’s what any good fisherman would do, give you a chance, to struggle, to squirm, negotiate your way out, bargain it away, what you’re willing to give, or commit to, all your desires, aligning with what he wants from you, pulling you in, out of the water, under the sun, to your doom…

Open Gate

Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

There is no beginning, there is no end, the seal suppressing my mind, but there are rules, mistakes are made, we get dirty, and we can fall into the abyss, sometimes you need it, if it’s too high, there is too much responsibility, but we can always jump in the river, recycle, do our laundry, dreaming of my daddy…

Line of Salt

When the door is open, let the river flow through you, it’s normal, scoop out some water, fill your cup and drink, it’s nice not to think, you are real, your heart filled, let the string pull, follow your feelings, and connect, something you were looking for, so many whispers, can I get some ice cream, maybe...