“There’s a season for everything” but o, how greedy, Mourning, the way you force your choreography on our dances and… Read more waiting for the second paragraph
Tag: Grief
there’s a season
Spotifying silences most salient playlist preambles this poignant pinpoint of poly- arcs’ pensivity. ’tis the season! the clown rebukes itself… Read more there’s a season
No One is Around, pt 1 of 2
“Can we just lie here for a moment? She knows what to do and it’s so much easier to make… Read more No One is Around, pt 1 of 2
Safer Ground, pt 2
no one is around (part one) She didn’t say anything. Why wasn’t she saying anything? But she had. She just… Read more Safer Ground, pt 2
Center of Night
I remember everything, a curse in center of night, when cat stares through me, and clock tick-tocks witching hour is…
with…
outstretched heart I catch the evening as it floats in, on peppered bird song and the undulating breeze, salted- … Read more with…
Finally…
she nourished that patch with those flammable tears, from jagged tears and all that bares, streaming arrears the chanting of… Read more Finally…
“choirs of stars appearing…”
The gifts you leave behind there are no words for, this bouquet of memories leaves a scent of a doorway… Read more “choirs of stars appearing…”
say no to clowns 