Tag Archives: Poetry
Twenty6
Twenty6 A to Z. All of them. The letters in my words drift away, unmoored, torn away, taken down, by a rip current. I have twenty6 to work in to something to say, but they, like me, are em ty. … Continue reading
Me & This Guy
Me and…and this guy Mountains, always, between us He gave up I left
Goes Away
It’s moving away. I t i s . The time I thought I had, I had that time, but I don’t think of it that way when I want more… time, I mean. The time I have “used” … Continue reading
The Sky Ran Through Me
The sky ran through me: It did and I didn’t even know it. It did and it felt like the first orgasm I remember and it was that, in sky form. It did and I wouldn’t make this up, you … Continue reading
Can’t Make This Up
I am only telling you what I saw. Don’t ask me. I don’t know nothing. Couldn’t tell you…had nothing to do with it. This is exactly what happened: You have no idea what it’s been like here, Besides I just … Continue reading
Unlikely
Even against the backdrop of the world, life, you, I hold my own. I never knew that before.
U n f o l d
It’s morning, nothing… the light shows up, perfect, low I open. to you
The Place in Me
Quieter than the ending of the night when the graying of the black and the graying of the light meet and it’s dawn; quieter than the ending circuit of the tires on snow after the engine is cut and the … Continue reading
Shorebreak
I feel the wave gathering under me, my feet rising and the giddy feeling of it moving beyond me, as if a horse just ran through me and then the falling, the falling and my feet back on sand and … Continue reading
Eddy
What is a truth and a lie? A photograph is the lie sitting, like a spider in the web of the truth. What stays and what moves? A river does both and stops doing both at the same time. What … Continue reading