You Were No Siren
Can I pray for things I cannot do? Can I pray for things like you? Can I ask, bequest, a second chance, A cripple trying still to dance,...
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Feb 27, 20181 min
Blight
it carries like influenza this fatigue asking and realizing the pointlessness the uselessness mine, infested by self-satisfied reliance...
Feb 27, 20181 min
welcome to the wrong place
are you here by mistake as well? did the universe misinform you? were you wandering all alone when you were caught up in this storm?...
Feb 27, 20181 min
and if I'd stopped
You’re the one I spend most of my time trying to forget exists and if I fail — what a disaster You walked by today, of all days looking...
Feb 27, 20183 min
Village
[a reflection on identity and home] what an odd, odd village tiered and constructed across continents, across blossoming lifespans like...
Feb 27, 20181 min
Exhortation
It must be conscious first. Those whom you fear, befriend. Those whom you disdain, befriend. Even he who tenacious holds against you,...
Feb 27, 20181 min
"This is not a test..."
A darkness whirling through woodland up and over carved rock into the central currents, a heroic severity of will breaking on the cliffs,...
Feb 27, 20181 min
this Fine Modern Life
i’ve never seen a grenade explode in person but still somehow i know the impersonal truth is explicit and graphic and my fine modern life...
Feb 27, 20181 min
Shadows
You mistake the shadows of mountains for men They come not from the line of rock and wind Bloodied hands Have no effect On them You...
Feb 27, 20181 min
The Doldrums
Deafening crests confine us, Here between these nylon walls. Eight feet to safety, six to the sea, Thick with ourselves refines us....
Feb 27, 20181 min
stories are true
Blasted blasted sex appeal -ed to me over the roar of baseball crowds and I don’t even like the sport or its kneeling congenial heroes....
Feb 27, 20181 min
the Taste of Water
the taste of water to an unmet tongue is there a more immortal song? is there a truer way to long the bright, cold rush of being young?
Feb 27, 20181 min
Stoneheart
Perhaps all our hearts are hardened, Mine is wood, yours is stone. Each a shackle heavy, locked and ransomed As we stumble home. We’ve...
Feb 27, 20181 min
Sewn
all the love I’ve lost in weaving, weaving yesteryear at once I thought was free and fearless irrevocably cost me dear but still was...
Feb 27, 20181 min
Portrait
sun-scarred eyes granite hard and grey ingrained, glittering in joyous inclusion, the wildest blooming tendrils entwine and a sea-change,...
Feb 27, 20181 min
paths
how odd that we grow up and down at the same time when the wind airs spacious those green spaces of nothing; light — like a featherweight...
Feb 27, 20181 min
On Waiting, and Magallanes
The great lesson I learned under infinite skies: Nothing is waterproof; everything dries. A cardinal corridor ‘twixt contrasting strokes,...
Feb 27, 20181 min
On Losing (and why that's not the point)
The unclimbed peak, to me, restless little heathen of commercialized adventuredom, is the interminable challenge. Ferocious, majestic,...
Feb 27, 20181 min
on Death
I see, as I fall (and falling from a great height) undeterred, a stream cutting an azure course, white and brave and blinding bright, in...
Feb 27, 20181 min
Jump Ship
Reading on dialectics and eternalities and forms, on tremendous propositions and their incumbent pretensions, all comfort shorn, I...
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