Audy

choose your struggle the ancients knew what they were doing upon the blood sacrifices that was their custom, was a story that we are yet too entitled to bear: that ...

Howl Mid-Pandemic, dawn creeps upon surburbia, somewhere a raw wail rises like smoke from a chimney after the new count of bodies' announced and the cat slinks himself through the ...

Paradigm Shifts Before I met you, I did not believe in New age concepts of soulmates' star chart astrology reincarnated lives, third eye intuitive futures or ghosts; and then I ...

1. In a Pod, Peas & Teas Settling dense in the lungs are dogland days of swollen pollen. Intoxicated by dreams of the future and the flirt of allergic breezes, ...

Order, order. I slam my gavel, which is actually a mug, and ink pours out. Such is my court of law. The verdict from the stains shall be left to ...

*pokes this thing* Quiet, the therapist is on to me now, and the baby crying and the climate's a lion's maw, thundering humidity. The roar echoes the jungle, the people ...

I've been seeing a therapist. There's a lot of grief tucked inside the bones, and no wonder they creak and they ache. Let me tell you about myself, is what ...

grandfather's oldest texts, the one with the moth holes and dust clouds and yellow pages that feel like pieces of scabs and ink faded to be almost illegible but I ...

The absence what has always been there and I cannot intimately cross the distance easily overlooked long for this knowing to become consciously known for the one that is always ...

Man's Folly People who love driving- I could never puzzle them. But here in their country I see their love stark against my disdain. Most of me is in the ...

Wow, so! A quick update... I have been in Asheville for the past week and I am still here until April 24th evening, mostly on the go, enjoying mountains and ...

one in every six Americans is born to a hospital in California- but how many of them wear feathered-stuffed-fedoras in rural Georgia? I think it's the psychology- growing up, just ...

Breath. I wake to breath. Drift to breath. Fall to my knees and grieve to breath. But in the water, I am a diver holding on to a thread of ...

To Keep with NaPo Traditions, Sometimes Things are Just Shit and You'll Have to Come to Accept that Humans Do Shit Sometimes But I Think It's Beautiful In A Way ...

FOMO Her Downfall; YOLO His Demise Brother and sister, total opposites come upon their differences expressing in them, mutual envy, sometimes cutting with sutures, precise, methodical incisions of one