I am skin You are bones You are strength I am home Copyright © 2012 by Christopher Chaffin – All rights reserved Advertisements
I plucked one at age 15 to show my mother we were the same, that old age and wisdom had crowned us both prematurely. I plucked one at age 33, the only strand of its kind left untouched by the … Continue reading
A jade shoot springs forth from clumps of soil, braves the morning chill, waits for Mother to cover her with a little yellow rain hat. Cradled by the sun, she leans forward in a regal bow. I poke around the … Continue reading
Surrounded by spineless entities and thunderous volumes without any visible appendices, I cringe at the sound of lacquered nails stabbing at technology, at the sight of grown men launching birds with their phones. Wikipedia has replaced the old Britannica. Kindle … Continue reading
Your profile says that you were born under the sign of chastity– pure and good, white, clean the zodiac symbol tattooed on an exposed lower right hip bone begs to differ. Days go by and we click each other’s pictures, … Continue reading
and yet again you have sprung into action, the hero jumping out of the shadows to save me from myself or a dragon or some other sordid creature of destruction. just once, couldn’t you let me flounder on the stage, … Continue reading
