Gloaming Daydream

Strife by strife, the twisted lies, forgotten, misbegotten, a slash of flaming pillars, duelling waves, dual storms, dashing flight of thunder for the twisted roots pierce beguiled hearts, and in that moment I see it, shattering daze, a radical dream, poi…

The Silent Knight of which our fright has taken form, the crackling popsicles of daylight, begging for salvation, turns of slashed seagulls, weeding out the sharp sears, my angled sight caught flack by the screaming light, a bright nuisance of crystals, a…

Tired of waiting, it’s when the silence stills and our world’s unchain when we lose our marbles.

Three men were killed at church last Sunday.

A collection of thoughts I wrote down over the span of two weeks in 2025, at first I wanted it to materialize into a greater journal but I quickly lost interest and shut it down.

So slow, held and brought.

He did not find the same anciently layered bricks waiting upon his return, but a metallic rectangle, green sparks voiding the gap, denying all entry to those with no access.

One morning, walking into the bathroom to wash up, an abhorrent figure reflected back from within the mirror.

Last week, I decided to start keeping a dream journal.

The pen’s stroke sliced quick, turned upward and down and droughted by lines.