Monthly Archives: September 2013

these strange shapes…

Life has taken on strange shapes. The nights are dust heavy, airless and weighted with whispers. I whisper too. Nothing is private. Nothing unseen. Early mornings shave out a space before I become a function.  In these spare moments I … Continue reading

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this is not an apology…

It is strange to write to you but somethings are still too sore to be spoken out loud and all the wrong words often end up written. This is not an apology. What is done I would not have undone. … Continue reading

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being loved…

I found this post written on February 14th: You asked me over for dinner yesterday, oddly formal, awkward smiling. I said yes without a thought, surprised you’d bother to ask in advance when we spend so many evenings sat alone … Continue reading

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imaginary countries…

She stirs the pot bubbling steam-hot on the stove and talks of home. Her words are broken, mine too, but we both speak longing fluently and that is understood. We are split apart by class and culture, by the passport … Continue reading

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the retreat…

Perhaps it is odd to speak first of this, after, but that’s what comes and why I came here, forest-found, so that I can let be the before. I wake to tree sighs. The firs tell dawn stories two hundred … Continue reading

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coming back again..

Words are willful when we would still them silent. I’ve been too busy to listen, too tired to say, And yet the poetry in my voice is rising, waking, coming back on round again. I missed me. Its been too … Continue reading

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