on occasion i see a glimpse reflected in a misplaced word a sigh, or a glance hovering, a littletoo close for comfort do I love each letter that fits in my hand? the rumbling gets louder and harder to ignore I still trip over every raindrop to park your car in front of the emptyContinue reading “to want without wanting”
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a sea change
a lion is bornwhen white smoke wispsits wayfrom under the frescoes towards the Adriatic it chases a deer over those same mountainsand rivers depicted on scrolls that still line the narrow corridorsof an empty palace is it a coincidence, thenthat a giraffeshould be spotted,not striped,not painted blue,or purple, or green,or any colour for that matter?Continue reading “a sea change”
a birdsong
what does it meanto crawl out,fully formed? into the arms of a stranger A certain longingA knowing smileA restless wave what does it mean to stand firm? in the precipice — when songbirds whistle outsideyour window. You’d never noticeif they didn’t quietly interruptyour sleep to be born, fully formed, is to forgo the birdsong toContinue reading “a birdsong”
ghosts
time, time always bringstears to my eyesto stand thereto watch himto sigh at weaknesssplit down the bone no story has that tragicending, where the herofights bravely, and sacrificeshis love on the altar the only ghosts there truly areare conjuredby twists of fateand tired eyes ghosts of the broken,the wounds that haunt usheal,not with the passageContinue reading “ghosts”
IN THE BEGINNING
there is no reality where you are supposed to be hereon edge, at the edge tilting into a park bench dizzythey all starewondering what you’re doing how is an impulse born?does it hurt in the beginning?like a baby? that starts on the inside and rolls out? or maybe that’s a song? or a joke?i thinkContinue reading “IN THE BEGINNING”
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