spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
First, the wind gently tugs then whips her hair, wisps slashing across her nose and cheeks. She stubbornly tucks the loose strands behind her ear in vain; she refuses to tie it up. It’s been far too long that she’s been tied up, knotted,… Continue Reading “The Awakening”
What more could happen Held there like the wings of flies Between the fingers burned in blood and ink? Where naught was said And less was heard And all those moments Like seconds stretched to minutes And stretched to eons Like the indigo of… Continue Reading “Acrimony”
He came upon me one early evening as I lay with my head resting upon the bench, one hand clutched over my breast the other draped across my eyes. My heart was filled, as always, with love and longing. The many lonely nights ebbing… Continue Reading “Devil in the Details”
I know it’s Thursday when the nurse brings the little paper cup with five pills instead of three. A sip of tepid water and I go back to staring out the window. I can’t abide small talk. Never could. Better to observe my surroundings… Continue Reading “The Decay of William Drysdale”
your breath on my neck brings shivers up my spine I want to be the one that kisses you deepest, stops time your arms circle ‘round me pulling me tighter into you I want to be all those thoughts lingering around inside of you… Continue Reading “Tarot Cards – collaboration”
How did I find my way here? It wasn’t supposed to be this way, was it? Looking down at my hands, I see them holding my glistening entrails, piled and ropey. I cough, and a spray of blood erupts from my lips. “You’ll soon… Continue Reading “Visceral Perdition – Collaboration”
Every day was much the same. Day in, day out. He sat upon his doorstep, his thin, deeply tanned naked arms resting on his knobby knees. Knees worn by years of a hard life. Cleaning the shoes of the rich and elite, he was… Continue Reading “Ol’ Moe – A Flash Fiction Collaboration”
original artwork and the occasional rant
Art Consignments in Ninilchik, Alaska
Apologies for my apologies
Poetry by Charles Joseph
We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
Writer and Artist
a collection of short poetry from an autistic mind
Poetry, Photography, and Thoughts
The Lies in the Skies Exposed
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