All things dissolve
holding out, holding in breathing out, breathing in revolving in, out of grasp rolling forward, retreating glow of strangeness, familiarity …
holding out, holding in breathing out, breathing in revolving in, out of grasp rolling forward, retreating glow of strangeness, familiarity …
all the books we read together you over my shoulder, I over yours in the stumbles over words, unwieldy sentences, …
I cannot say it all started that night but that is when it became clear: dark, full, swelling wounds of …
I always think it’s aspens here but maybe it’s cottonwoods you can’t really tell unless the seeds are falling and …
How it is that time moves in pieces that each we must note or touch or somehow move to mind …
weep not that the world changes in all of your wanderings; open to the oblivion that softly wipes away the …
through the fuzzy ultrasound screen it was your chin I noticed first fading in and out, scanning to your cheekbones, …
when my feet were sore we shuttled as tourists do from one cobbled shop to the next fitting in more …
you would think as you walk along the forest ridge this time of year there could be nothing more wondrous …
I do not cry loud for battle having given my hand already having held my dying kin having rested under …