Latest Entries
from a longer poem
poetry

from a longer poem

I have a job to keep and to think of being rid, as I walk to the quotidian places and faces, my shoulders heavy and ridden by webs of willowy time: never enough, a thing to forget, a thing to weave together and wonder at its tapestry and heavy-laden design. All these people, wearing cloaks … Continue reading

poetry

I have made an armistice and bound my hands together in prayer, not apart and holding to yours. No more. I have left it behind for the rolling and romping truce I have made twixt God and I. I heave in waves to solve you and dissolve your shade in the sun. The sky isn’t … Continue reading