Author: Bowen

I did not feel safe.I ran like I was on fire.Looking inward, I saw a pile of red sticks I could not feel your blood beating.I ranI ran in circlesI ran wildLooking inward, we were strangers I was running.I was crushed, red, and small.Feel the back of my headWhere the cracks are  Looking inward, I… Continue reading Take Me With You

I’ve been chasingpeaks of glass. Sure of salt and sandand any destination,there’s still a shapeI’m searching for,and I know I’ll have to stretchto find it.  Sitting in the dark,eyes iced over,gasping for time,finding facesjust after waking— That green-skinned junkie trollwho drags his footalong the chain-link fence-boxover the roar of the highway— A German dominatrixfrom Martha’s… Continue reading Peaks of Glass

When we first met,there were only flames.There was heat and light,and that lovely sunsetshade of yellow-orange—but up close—up closethe world is just one fire.  One fire the train.One fire the circus.One fire the burning heart.One fire—we should’ve known.We should’ve known that iron road.  Our small figures are blackenedcoals glowing, fixed in their tracksstraight for the… Continue reading Jackpots and Gunshots