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) but i knowContinue 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, and was swallowed byContinue reading “whispers”

melancholy

the sun is awake! curtains pulled to a shallow sea the waves begin to stir with a restless ache the sun has stolen me, how to make them understand that i am fear’s permanent reside words are not thoughts nor thoughts words; fragments and slivers the world is in motion, in tune with the sea,Continue reading “melancholy”