Decay of sibilance;
Varying structural emphases;
Enjambment as emphasis;
Change in reference pronoun;
Line break with em-dash to de-emphasise the natural chiastic connotation of that device.

off to nowhere.

written to: "apple orchard" by beach house

inspired by: glenn
written to: boards of canada

missed james today
3/8/19.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TOWDq-g5Tto

https://www.wilderness.org/

Inspired by Jean Anouilh's Antigone

and

Modest Mouse's "Make Everyone Happy / Mechanical Birds".

it's nice to think of loving you again

Window as liminal zone;

Suspend imagery.

"Before our love got lost", you said

I structurally designed this poem so the first line of each stanza is the shortest, and each successive line gets longer. The stanza lengths also decrease by one each time.

"I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in".

'Circle' as a symbol for balanced aesthetic reflection, dispassionate observation—in Woolf's jargon, the state of the "incandescent" mind.

'Circle' as a symbol for everything that poetry can never be. Everything that I can never embody.

I'm sorry, Virginia. You're not as embittered as I am.

This is a feeble attempt at reconciliation.

For Nori, a dog, a sister.

(I don't like to say "my dog" because that connotes a power hierarchy with necessary roles of ownership and possession. I'd rather conceive of her in egalitarian terms).

Anyway, she always finds me when I'm down; she knows when I'm not feeling right, and she's always there for me. She's the only love I ever need.

closer her

Inspired by MACHINA/The Machines of God.

"Jynweythek"

a tamed world is a heather world.

a poem about characterisation and artistic immersion.

Tree as a focal point in the transition from day to night.

had writer's block for a while
hope this heralds the end of that era

you're my world—all my world.

"England is mine"
- Morrissey

the crossroads is where i kept my composure.

where you—oh, sweet you—looked up at me.

https://www.accesstoinsight.org/lib/authors/thanissaro/notself2.html

towards the centre, like an earth.

for m.f.

for m.f.

she's just an ideal of who i want you to be.

who you are is tearing me apart.
who she is is keeping me holding on.

i know you won't fall in love with me, surely, but you fall in love with *him*, not to mention *him*, and I'm lost among your laughter. You just scroll: new faces, new angles, new everything. Novelty. Is that what's important to you? That's not, I think, what she cares about. She cares about relation; she is my ecology. She exists between things; you exist as things.

i'm being too harsh, i know, and i condemn myself for it. you're living your life, never mind if it's not *her* life. that's not your fault. i'm glad you're happy. i tell myself that every day and maybe one day it'll be true.

i'll never truly have her, no matter what you say. i know this because she's already been found. Found, embodied, then lost.

part ii

part i

i've tried so hard to not love you: did it finally work?

i'm sorry i wasn't there for you

http://artsites.ucsc.edu/sdaniel/230/Relational%20Aesthetics_entire.pdf

in my mind we're holding each other right now we're falling asleep we're ending it all

inspired by dcfc's no joy in mudville.

you wore four layers today.

i have only one: but it opens up, unleashing my heart, every time you stop by.

i spent the last weekend waiting in anticipation. each morning i woke up with a hope—a plethora of possibility that faded with the setting sun.

i suppose i wouldn't have it any other way.

despite your assertions to the contrary, you're truly irreplaceable.

for horizontal reality.