Maybe it is still there.
The question you had
in your heart.
I wonder how it must have been
a pain,
to ask a child
oblivious to the wring of such
things.
Yet you did
and then you prayed.
Jan 3, 2025
Jan 3, 2025 at 9:03 PM UTC
To my favourite day
in recent memory,
I keep longing
to see your colours
again
Cool and green
I lived you as much
as I could
Sang to you
as you sang back
You made me smile
and laugh
Showed me what I
love and think
about
Tiny vessels of joy
carried by the currents
of your song
Dropping deuces
Sitting on the tips
of trees like
Christmas ornaments
Come again, soon
I'll cherish you more
than I did.
I'll take a walk with
you and your family.
Sep 25, 2024
Sep 25, 2024 at 7:53 PM UTC
Think
of a speck.
Is it of dust?
Perhaps something else?
Maybe it is a being, a microorganism shaped like nothing.
Imagine
that it exists within an unbound expanding and imploding space, one that transforms countless times in each infinitesimal unit of a moment.
Now,
wonder if our speck is also such a space, holding something.
For this being or non-being, substitute any and all imagery; worms, balloons, the depths of a star-studded universe, and so on.
Finally, place it inside your head.
Then, you might come close.
Feb 24, 2024
Feb 24, 2024 at 12:59 AM UTC
i think
i am
the moon
the pull on waters
choosing
what wave to conjure
what storm
to name
myself
forgetting often
that i am
all waves and all storms
the ocean
and all i try
to name it
and that
in being so
i am also
without names
or form.
Feb 4, 2024
Feb 4, 2024 at 12:53 PM UTC
lay thine eyes
upon our knight.
witness
for he has arrived.
trumpets blow
crowds cheer
as he falls to his knees
and cries.
venerated
he bellows
this and that about
his unlikely disguise
the tolls
of his "feat".
while each hearty roar
to his surprise
drowns unheard
in love
fear
and pity.
Feb 20, 2023
Feb 20, 2023 at 5:08 PM UTC
do you know
my name, still?
i can never tell
surely, your finger
must've been held, once
the same way
in my grip
tight and unwavering
like yours
a hand that
doesn't know how
to let go
like yours now
do you remember
that, at least?
Feb 9, 2023
Feb 9, 2023 at 1:29 PM UTC
it turns out
that the florist
will learn your face
that your hand
will be held
and you will feel safe.
...
and when it
is let go
when you pass
by his shop again
you might feel betrayed.
so remind yourself
that
your love was witnessed
and in being so
it was kind
and true
and maybe
just maybe
it got to help someone
Jan 15, 2023
Jan 15, 2023 at 1:54 PM UTC
flame on a matchstick
ever-burning
floating in space
Gray waits for you.
Sep 10, 2022
Sep 10, 2022 at 12:16 PM UTC
it's funny.
i begged you
to stay, once.
i couldn't think
of a better reason
than having come
from you.
Aug 20, 2022
Aug 20, 2022 at 2:59 PM UTC
little bug
you exist not
in the forms
that are chosen for you
but in me
and when you arrive
i exist not
in me
but in the world
that your host paints
Aug 20, 2022
Aug 20, 2022 at 2:43 PM UTC