From Depths When was it that I completely Scattered the good seeds, one and all? For after all I spent my boyhood In the bright singing of Thy temples. Bookish subtleties sparkled brightly, Piercing my arrogant brain, The secrets of the world were . . . in my grasp, Life’s destiny . . . as pliable as wax. Blood seethed—and every swirl Gleamed iridescently before me, Without a… Read more →
From Depths When was it that I completely Scattered the good seeds, one and all? For after all I spent my boyhood In the bright singing of Thy temples. Bookish subtleties sparkled brightly, Piercing my arrogant brain, The secrets of the world were . . . in my grasp, Life’s destiny . . . as pliable as wax. Blood seethed—and every swirl Gleamed iridescently before me, Without a… Read more →
Redeeming Coffee Spoons When you’re doing it because it must be done,and well, but can’t without helpfrom caffeine,and struggle to mediate surfaces untroubled only by your mediation;wondering if you’re just imagining this importance,inflating your bubble—maybe it, you willbreaktogether—maybe nothing means……but maybe the way you measureyour life with coffee spoonsis not the same. Maybe it doesn’t mark timebut make a mark… Read more →
Redeeming Coffee Spoons When you’re doing it because it must be done,and well, but can’t without helpfrom caffeine,and struggle to mediate surfaces untroubled only by your mediation;wondering if you’re just imagining this importance,inflating your bubble—maybe it, you willbreaktogether—maybe nothing means……but maybe the way you measureyour life with coffee spoonsis not the same. Maybe it doesn’t mark timebut make a mark… Read more →
Missing Something? When moments of speaking have faded into an upward creep of jean-blue sky,you find that silence is its own prizeand fatigue a private couch.Loves won, lost and in between melt into concrete crackstheir only trace tomorrow’s shadow.We cannot sleep—we are the waiting.Between the lines, between the lies, between dreams and ice creamsand summer evenings under laughing stars.Waiting for… Read more →
Missing Something? When moments of speaking have faded into an upward creep of jean-blue sky,you find that silence is its own prizeand fatigue a private couch.Loves won, lost and in between melt into concrete crackstheir only trace tomorrow’s shadow.We cannot sleep—we are the waiting.Between the lines, between the lies, between dreams and ice creamsand summer evenings under laughing stars.Waiting for… Read more →
Kelly The incredible frailty of a woman projecting strength,believing with all her might that the end has not comeyet; searching for wisdom in the Amazon.Two month vacations and family relations cannot save your soul.They are not what life means.Breathe more deeply, center yourself for a slithering moment,a swirling moment of peace.A woman cannot master her own soul.Still it will writhe,… Read more →
Kelly The incredible frailty of a woman projecting strength,believing with all her might that the end has not comeyet; searching for wisdom in the Amazon.Two month vacations and family relations cannot save your soul.They are not what life means.Breathe more deeply, center yourself for a slithering moment,a swirling moment of peace.A woman cannot master her own soul.Still it will writhe,… Read more →
Starch and Stones The stars are shining like white rocks in black rapids; I just spent an hour watching them rush. (And I have twelve mosquito bites to prove it.)All the horses are asleep. The ivory paint lying in the dew-wet grass, the ebony one facing north with his head bowed and ears back.I walk inside—why is dinner never completely… Read more →
Starch and Stones The stars are shining like white rocks in black rapids; I just spent an hour watching them rush. (And I have twelve mosquito bites to prove it.)All the horses are asleep. The ivory paint lying in the dew-wet grass, the ebony one facing north with his head bowed and ears back.I walk inside—why is dinner never completely… Read more →
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