Sine and Cosine
When you don’t know what to say, say something in the length of a breath.
I’m just throwing incendiaries into the dark, to light this place up, hoping to catch a picture of what’s really going on.
Winter warning: honeyed shovels scattered on the ground
We whisper into the early morning hour out of respect for the dying night
The thing I love
the thing I love about futballers is that they’ll keep running at and trying to beat an opponent, they rarely give up. It’s amazing how quickly and easily their joy becomes your joy, your joy becomes my joy.
Hope At Least
As you sit there watching the homeless man with carpet padding scarfed around his neck draping down to his feet flip through a magazine he dug out of a trash can, leaning against the trash can, legs crossed, you think: at least there’s always hope. . .
You’re wronged until they’re rot, then what have you got?
You are the inventor
There are no ideas in things, you are the inventor!
Passages to Hades
In the silence between words is the yawning gap of my loneliness and beyond this seemingly endless abyss the nation-state borderline rages like singed leafy edges holding on hard to what use to be
While You Drift
While you drift quietly to sleep i feel in time when your absence will leave a hole.