"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

My Brother Insomnia.

Insomnia settles in
beside me
to spend the night.
His spiny shoulders
and curving hands
keep me awake
long into
the dark hours
of night.
I try to turn away
but each time,
I find myself
face to face with him
and I stare into his sunken
sleep deprived eyes
and wonder
if that's
what I look like.


"Write with our backs to the wind and our faces to the hard, bleaching sun."