spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
in the quiet evening hours she criesalone in the stillnesssitting beside her bedpillow coldsheets wrinkled and muteshe scrolls and remembersthe lies, the betrayaluncertainty she’s trapped and nowshe cries for what should have beenwhat was supposed to bedreams lost, faded, unrealisticheart pierced throughshe will never… Continue Reading “Trapped With My Books”
first comes the tugthe jagged little tuga rip and a tearunstopping the cork-pop!-careful selectionno.. no… n— ah yestwisting, shredding, packingcarefully readying then comes the burnhow bright! how bold!hungry, painfully hungryseemingly unsatisfied untilsuddenly giving way to fullnessa wisp of memoryhow can such a small sparkbeget… Continue Reading “Hole in One on the Green”
Ray-ray always took extra care when preparing to meet Danny. She used to primp and preen, addressing each curl with precision and care. The dark dreads would stand straight out if she let them. But Danny was worth it. She would apply the hair… Continue Reading “Sometimes Life Does”
on a mild and drizzly afternooncurled up on the porch swingmy cheek resting upon my wristcreak-creak, creak-creakgently swayingrain pounding down the roofgrey clouds pregnant to burstingthunder boom, I smile it’s the aching memoriesthe timber of your voicecaressing me andhow I long for your bodypressed… Continue Reading “The Dreaming Rain”
forever pulled underthe waves, tears as blanketssome say stiflingI find comforting almostor perhaps onlyfamiliar a quick glanceand Ishudder, shudderwhat could becould have beenin realityin hindsighthind-thoughtsetting aside the emotionwas in the enda pipe-dream see the curling smokerising, twisting(hair around a finger)slowing becoming nothingexhaleanother wisp of… Continue Reading “Euphoria in Black Harlequin”
For nineteen years, I was beat and belittled into quiet submission. I was trained to understand I would never measure up. I laughed too loud, I talked too much, I read the wrong things, I didn’t fit in, I didn’t understand my peers. I… Continue Reading “Thoughts on a Windy November Afternoon”
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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