Drive

•July 30, 2021 • Leave a Comment

I drove parallel
To a funeral train
We snaked our way
To an obscure grave
I was pulled along
Quite without my will
In my memory
I remain there still

-me

Photographer Unknown

Curios

•July 27, 2021 • Leave a Comment

Curios
And curiosities
A heady mix
Of knick knacks
And dark
Dreams
Useful things
And tragedies
I find
I cannot leave

-me

Photograph by Scott Cartwright

Ruderal

•July 27, 2021 • Leave a Comment

I am no fading flower
But a vining weed
Invasive

-me

Photographer Unknown

Last Night

•July 26, 2021 • Leave a Comment

I dreamed of someone
Unseen by me
Who whispered in my ear
Of love so close
My cheek was warmed
My body leaned toward
Instead of away
And my wild hair
Swayed on command
As if tamed
By a slight summer breeze

-me

Painting: Whisper in my Ear, by William Oxer

Undone

•July 24, 2021 • Leave a Comment

Smashing glass
And slicing jeans
So neither thing
Can ever be
Undone

-me

Painting: Ya No, by Emi Winter

Gradient

•July 24, 2021 • Leave a Comment

When I let myself
Almost close
My eyes
I can
Nearly see
The heat
That’s rising

-me

Photograph: Waiting for Sunrise/Heat by Richard Kelley

Pull

•July 23, 2021 • Leave a Comment

Seperate moons
Or one moon
Split in two
All eyes fixed
Toward evening
Skies
Breathing held
To barely there
And wondering
What will
Happen
To Nocturnal winging
Diurnal being
Star-sight
And the tides

-me

Painting: Two Moons, by Alexandra Cook, 2020

https://futurism.com/what-would-happen-if-earths-moon-was-broken-apart-2

Legacy

•July 20, 2021 • Leave a Comment

These columns
Will be
The death of me
Poorly penned
Cryptic facts
And vague
Summaries
Giving notice
To grieve
And prompts
For relief,
“But she’d been
Gone for awhile…
My obituaries

-me

Painting: Man with a Newspaper, by Rene Magritte

Transient

•July 17, 2021 • Leave a Comment

I blunder
In the space between
My clutter
Not contained
It slips
From slots
Once neatly filled
                                        Spilled
Random remnants
Remain

-me

Photograph by Aljoscha Laschgari

Small Things

•July 15, 2021 • Leave a Comment

I cannot leave
A wild thing trapped
And watch it throw itself
Against a window pane
Over and over and over
I cannot turn
And walk away
Knowing I can help
Just one small thing
In one small way
I have spent too long
Shuttling the insect
Relocating the worm
Feeding the squirrel
Holding the dying
Bearing witness
To that
One small thing
Even if it only has
Moments
Or one more day
I cannot leave
A wild thing trapped

-me

 
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