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1803, 2021

    just exactly

    By |March 18th, 2021|

     

    the other day

    i accepted everything

    just exactly as it is.

    i fell through a hole

    in the universe

    1603, 2021

      it

      By |March 16th, 2021|

       

      there’s this side and

      there’s that side

      (both are it)

      it’s just on that side

      (you are the door)

      the sun is out

      1503, 2021

        an ecstasy of silence

        By |March 15th, 2021|

         

        last night

        where i have been

        galaxies burned

        stars turned

        comets, planets, suns and yet an

        intimacy i have not known

        exhilaration without centre

        something moved to find the phone to call someone

        to tell them: look

        but there wasn’t a phone or

        anyone to call

        just this:

        an ecstasy of silence

        1003, 2021

          spam

          By |March 10th, 2021|

           

          i’m reading this book about how god is an unreconstructed maniac

          i think it might be true:

          it’s why I’ve been afraid

          forever

          to look her

          directly in the face

          1003, 2021

            the day

            By |March 10th, 2021|

             

            and the day came

            in which i folded up

            all my pictures of you:

            the saints, the women who made it,

            even the horse i had as a child

            the one that died.

            i folded them up

            and put them back inside my heart

            the place,

            in the beginning

            i’d taken them out of

            to put on a shelf

            as though

            they were outside

            and i was a shell

            separate

            on my knees,

            hands together

            asking for help

            1003, 2021

              people and things

              By |March 10th, 2021|

               

              why do good things happen to bad people ?

              do good things happen to bad people ?

              things ?

              people ?

              it’s all seeming less and less likely