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the following is sloppy. it makes me clean in the way simple dichotomies don’t. * is it possible to be tired of being tired is it okay to not know what it means to be okay how is it that here among the space of unwritten letters and ideas forgotten i have found the place … Continue reading
analyzing another night lost can we go back deflate the black made from balloons peel away the shade cutting each corner softly like a slow bleed walk a bit slower where i first held your hand water warming water running along to each beautiful place like the second time i did knowing the geography of … Continue reading
he was too long ago he was has it really been that much time he was ancient history found in the faraway look of a stone statue that would crack and leak loss on the world after years he was painting classes and hands held and blooming kisses in all the lovely locations that … Continue reading
where are the giants that were here mountains among mountains shadows of the sun those that told of the flowers petals that cut through grey that said in the brightest of emptied evenings filled with coffee and booze that you cannot live all the lives you wanted that saw see me so small when … Continue reading
the following is small but huge and still, somehow, average. * she left not because you weren’t enough but because she wanted less of you you were abundance the sun a lake summer but winter always arrives
the following is the aftermath of promising to never do poetry again. the following is also not poetry. * when was the last time you stopped measuring the length of now the instant between when things were figured out and when they were not how often you would say um not for a filler but … Continue reading
you must’ve known that there was a moment straddling laughter breathing in sunlight absorbing the cut grass of bugs and air where you were playing with your neighbourhood friends for the last time you maybe realized it when you were summed at 44 reigning in a lawn mower picking at your now ruined pants … Continue reading
so it was love and now what it is isn’t bad either standing in a stuck room waiting for lights listening to a door explaining that the only real thinking left to do is in your dreams seeing morning crawl over what used to be a mountain but now is a mall … Continue reading
i will admit to you only that this is not the life i wanted to live that i toiled in poetry i could never learn to write that there was a story that would require no more to be read i did not voice that often i was too loud too quick to judgment including … Continue reading
this is how it’ll end with sunshine and the dog still on a walk moving through the snow banks in a crystal chasm of what could’ve been if only the day was a little bit longer and the night wasn’t so long with you smiling a warm light filling happiness shared between your … Continue reading
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