Poetry


Stacks

i am afraid. the mind holds images like fresh paint on thick canvas; colors fade through the years but the pattern constantly remains and i am afraid. memories build in stacks, car doors open to bitter air and in my mind you are gone (in my mind, this is how you died)Continue reading “Stacks”

whispers

tonight i whispered goodbye on the wind; it danced across the keys of an untuned piano, and carried through an opening door, and slivered through a black, lace shawl, and whistled through the leaves of the tallest tree, and tumbled across shards of broken glass, and dove into the violent sea, andContinue reading “whispers”

Alone, now

i’m not supposed to be here and you are not supposed to stay it’s made clear you’ve left long ago but as you can see we are never quite on the same page i bleed alone, now, and carry myself i’ve sheltered me better, to tether my health; with the alter removedContinue reading “Alone, now”

replay

tomorrow is almost, it’s there, (like today) just clearer and cleaner and further away, but tomorrow always comes at the break of each day and tomorrow is here much too soon ’tis today in reverse, stuck in yesterday’s curse, as tomorrow is yesterday’s turn at the bend, (half a tick to theContinue reading “replay”

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