Simple grief
bruised inside unable to feel my edges the weight dyed into me now, a flaw a hollow bell ringing itself, …
bruised inside unable to feel my edges the weight dyed into me now, a flaw a hollow bell ringing itself, …
I cannot say it all started that night but that is when it became clear: dark, full, swelling wounds of …
(upon learning of a friend’s violent death) i allow me to pause to rearrange my heart, its sinews, tissue, the …
when my feet were sore we shuttled as tourists do from one cobbled shop to the next fitting in more …
Day closes in wandering chatter losing itself in waves edging our pebbled shore; stones skitter over the surface, lead trails …
It has been fourteen months since I began this blog. It seems like a suitably odd time to look back …
of all the angels who wandered and waited or not who landed before me here, there, what brings you to …
What is it about rows of corn stubs flipping past, electrical wires sagging in sync with the tracks, whistle beaming …