All the reasons the heart couldn’t form, a humble stem/kitsch in your mother’s attic:there’s a hundred hours left still,and the sun won’t really setjust sway into someone a world away, looks like you, looks like I,holds a star like space holds/ limitless. Even how love, was the baby frog I keptin my…
Tag: Philosophy
us, mirror
The way of a mind like a seedon the wind floats up instead of with the windsomehow, or people bornwedged in sidewalk cracks deep away from the sunknow where happiness resides tumbling upon its arrival:in this I feel almost a lucky misfit. Even a self divided is scattered like pageslost within the house with no binding. I see windows in…
~how to grace
I have lived surrendered in hopetied loose like the truthin my mouth is loose or a startled face is composedloosely as a cloud siftsthe light of the day/ it was Mary’s sorrow uponthe backs of ladybugs; thatis a story people told to explain the marof black. to become echoes painting poppies on darkspace of nowhere andnobody, just the brightest poppy…
Who We Are
There are too many versions of self lost from many iterations/ I seeping in tender aggression over it/ I, containing all echoes resounds and thinks in-between such things where associations flow without influence: I wonder if the truth is there same like a stem makes a leaf makes a tree in infinitum ‘the way of the way:’ waves rising out…
Memory Still
I need photographs of you to remember the way you smiled at me moments that cannot be re- drawn with crayons or pounded into the present with frustrated shrieks. I have a string. It is a thread of grey long and trailing behind over the horizon; I am walking on a highway back somewhere where has that place gone? If…
