Written while watching Jean Cocteau’s Orphée… In search of the right choice of words my muse forgets to speak— or maybe she’d rather not I wish to take nothing from her only to retrieve her warmth and find comfort in hearing my name I am afraid of what I see staring back at me when I [...]
Yesterday’s pre-reading workshop was about death. This is the poem I wrote. I don’t have to think about that last day anymore the ache in my knees reminds me every morning that you have gone Lately, I smell candles wherever I go though your matches are largely unstruck The cat is used to me now [...]
Tomorrow would have been my father’s 88th birthday. The following is something he wrote in September 1998, apparently for one of the classes he was taking to get his massage therapist license. (Though he never did massage as anything other than a side gig—he was an attorney—he continued to take courses on subjects related to [...]
Among the things I’m looking to replace are the refrigerator and the living room furniture. I also figure I should get a carpet cleaner, so I can go at my own pace, rather than hiring somebody to do it and having to empty entire rooms all at once. (Not to mention that if I’m not [...]
Inspired by “How to run away from your own broken heart” by S. R. Mason (https://theadventureto-be.tumblr.com/post/188396010206/how-to-run-away-from-your-own-broken-heart). 1. Start driving in the direction of where you want to go, get lost along the way, wander aimlessly. 2. Think so loud you want to scream. 3. Decrescendo. 4. Leave a light on; don’t tell anyone you’re coming [...]
Sometimes you have to admit it’s not so simple… I don’t speak a word but I think I understand It’s a feeling more than anything else And it’s complicated I can speak all I want but I’m not sure I understand It’s a feeling more than anything else swimming in blood and qualia But it’s [...]
When everything changes… I’m confused about what to do when things suddenly look like they belong at the other end of the telescope Life looked normal up until this moment Then it turned into a place I never expected to be without blindfolds or vertigo I always did like the view from the airplane window [...]
Thinking about this the last few days… They know they’ll never be called into service So they can afford to be relentless They swarm they perform they parade they preen they strut they tease they tangle they galavant they taunt They feel no remorse They leave that to me (7 October 2019) Wishes [...]
Written while listening to the new Nick Cave album on YouTube… Skies bleed myriad colours sheets of steel throw sparks eyes summon mystery and storm Words poke, scratch, scrape dig and burrow their way in complete guile, no compunction Blood runs rivers red across skin deep is the flush of this beating heart’s rush Soon [...]
Saturday afternoon, drawing details from time and place… 1 That Moment sits within the frame, deep purple folding back upon itself The arched eyebrow of orange August gone down takes her away (again) rendering blue notes illegible This morning I wake up not remembering what brought me here but keenly aware of the work to [...]
