Category: Friendship
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Simple grief
bruised inside unable to feel my edges the weight dyed into me now, a flaw a hollow bell ringing itself, silent
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Clarity
I cannot say it all started that night but that is when it became clear: dark, full, swelling wounds of inobvious origin bursting their seams, flying upon us all. This is not the thing we are meant for, not what we read in stories of educated ladies eating yogurt and bagels, drinking coffee in earnest…
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Prayer
(upon learning of a friend’s violent death) i allow me to pause to rearrange my heart, its sinews, tissue, the rhythm it takes while I walk this street now, all making way for a new configuration you being gone in an instant, in the heat of that strangling hour give me some time yet to…
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One day in Tangiers
when my feet were sore we shuttled as tourists do from one cobbled shop to the next fitting in more than we should seeking water, hoping for tea, and happening upon the oceanfront through the broken gate all suddenly familiar ruins piled in their own kind of beach head, covered with graffiti, teenagers tramping for…
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Fourteen months
It has been fourteen months since I began this blog. It seems like a suitably odd time to look back and take stock. Below are links to fourteen poems written during this period that received a lot of response from readers or that I particularly like myself. There is one for each month. I hope…
Poems from in between 