Tears Over Sink

Are tears clean, or are they dirty? I ask myself this as they drip onto the dirty plates and milky cups. I wonder if they’ll wash away the dirt or make things muddier. Are the tears a natural dishwasher of the world, or a leaky drip?

I wash up on a daily basis, and I never cry, but that day was different. I just couldn’t stop crying as I looked upon all the dirty dishes, and before I knew it, the basin was full of water before I’d even turned the tap. I used them to wash up. They were warm and I’d like to think that a crying man is pure rather than unclean. Continue reading


When The World Had Enough

The world was sick of drilling, the world was sick of waste, the world was sick of violence, and the world was sick of grace. On one fracking morning, the world flipped upside down, and all I saw as I clung to a pole, was hundreds of sheep tumbling into the clouds. People followed the sheep, but they didn’t look all that different, I had to squint to really see.

A heap of trash plunged from the earth, but again I had to squint, to see the difference between the trash and me.

The world detoxed that day, and now we’re all dead in space.