RIP, John Lewis. The flag and the faithless are tied up in knots the faithful knotted tight heads bowed The mighty have fallen The mighty shall rise and having risen shall be free (30 July 2020) Wishes sometimes have consequences is available to order from your favorite local bookstore. IndieBound search: https://www.indiebound.org/search/book?keys=wishes+sometimes+have+consequences If they can’t [...]
Written in this format because iOS doesn’t allow you to enter soft returns. René and Georgette Magritte with their dog after the war // An assertion of subconscious desire / held between thoughts // I’ve been thinking about the letter / since I found it / and keep wondering / what I was thinking // [...]
Written in this format because iOS doesn’t allow you to enter soft returns. with lingering feelings / tomorrow might be nothing more / than an obstacle / of course // I stopped counting days / when the numbers got too big / and I forgot where I was // I’ll get to the weeds / [...]
Written in this format because iOS doesn’t allow you to enter soft returns. The letter is thirty years old / I was surprised to see it was from you / It was not long after I made that day trip / just to get out and go somewhere / I tried calling when I arrived [...]
Capturing a stray thought before it goes away. * * * * * I was sitting here, thinking none of this matters These doings these feelings these… whatever Everyone here now will not be What’s that, Gerald? No, the circus doesn’t come here anymore (18 July 2020) Wishes sometimes have consequences is available to order [...]
https://aurorae.tumblr.com/post/171944952856 The pink mascot bunny bows his head in front of the vending machine He’s got no pockets (11 July 2020 – posted July 12th) Wishes sometimes have consequences is available to order from your favorite local bookstore. IndieBound search: https://www.indiebound.org/search/book?keys=wishes+sometimes+have+consequences If they can’t get it for you, you can always find it on Amazon: [...]
. It’s got a mind of its own like the sprouts coming up between the rocks and the cracks in the pavement I pull up a few every time I come back from the mailbox but the roots are stubborn They must go all the way to the bottom I find more every day (8 [...]
Every year for the last few years, I have written a poem to mark Tanabata. Here is this year’s installment. As we remain here, locked away we look for signs in hopes that the stars will align bringing us together this day — In my mind’s eye I see her looking back at me one [...]
I typed the first line to see how it would look in the Cardea typeface. The undisputed king of thunderless storms and wordless tantrums doesn’t have a poker-worthy face but he does have a knack for the art of distraction You’d never know if you already knew The undisputed king of a loss for words [...]
Reversing my usual scheme now, so the poem is no longer in italics (except for the occasional italicized word). the sensation is always foreign a centimeter or two to the left and it would escape without ever identifying itself it may still in this stillness each time I open my eyes I have travelled somewhere [...]
