archives

poem

This tag is associated with 235 posts

here

where do all the things go that were never said   where do all those dreams die that were never accomplished   where do all those people pass that we never turned into   where do all those endings close that didn’t end   the beginnings that never began   the middles that never middled … Continue reading

kneel arms weak

you are the moon against the night not quite seen and never understood until i land in the reflection as a small feat of human ingenuity and careless poems that look for softness in the empty spots and after finding them reading some of lines i’ve bounced around to and listening to you bounce back i realize … Continue reading

floaty

i am looking back at my life like a bather on a beach hopping from sand spot to sand spot to avoid the heat and the pain of staying around for too long even if i’ll get used to it because there is water ahead cool water that waves back to me and my bouncing … Continue reading

global worming

the world has no ambition and for this reason most people blend in the background as stones and weeds you have to climb or cut   ditch them look to the sun its goal is to burn the world alive do the same by living in heat and trying to freeze the sun if only … Continue reading

neige

i’ve been thinking of the silent winter that buries and brings quiet and darkness with enough gray weight that even my closed eyes cannot match for they are too warm while around all freezes into goodbyes until i open like hands holding hands missing the one that made them fall in love with flesh softer … Continue reading

ties around our necks

we were told a man killed himself here and we asked what kind of man and were told a man who would kill himself here so we looked for the kind of man for a while coming back playing here building forts out of rope we found having battles that never transpired but if did … Continue reading

chores

broken and breaking he bleeds he onto me through transparent blood that hasn’t yet breathed his life and that blocks his breath now in sobs of i could’ve done better you see i could’ve been someone if i only did see and you hadn’t been and i want to tell him that i barely feel … Continue reading

frog stew

there’s development because there always has to be to convince us that we haven’t stopped and if we have we’ve stopped because we’re there where we need to be which means more development and construction and building in this small creek tearing up the soil cutting down trees that show little rings no bigger than … Continue reading

a water bucket at the top of its circular trip

the following is lost on loss * history is agony in the making which is why it birth pains and age stumbles wholly and totally making mistakes until there is no mistake left in death * the world from above looks blue and drowning underneath, it hurts always * in the end there will be … Continue reading

footsteps above

in response to the paris shootings. * it is in these terrible times where we stare at the ceiling hoping for a second floor