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6:34 We talked work as we made our way up. The trail had tire ruts, but I didn’t notice tracks any newer than last season. Dark Mud sat where streams often crossed the path. New greening, last season’s brown and stone walls here and there. We came to an impressive ruin of the foundation of a large structure, perhaps a house, at...
cold coffee and French toast from last night’s baguettes splash of bad wine just to finish the bottle sunglasses shield souls worn open simmering with scents of leaves first fallen stirred in soup thick fog pouring through that hair of yours threading Berkshires to Taconic ridge in the midst of your raising and the heart of your...
tell me the places your heart has been
so I might know my own
Rain does not touch you, fearing it could never stop.
A child’s eyes waiting for mom, who will never come home, abandoned to cotton and Crow at 3 months old, just beneath blooming breathing inferno, flash to fury in an atomic second. Dim apartment is a breathless skeleton, the brick and beam will manage to contain the unsayable for a time.
the floor does not spin
or sink, another inch
of ashes
spent sleepless shaking
bone-thin, thin skin
boiling, cracking, opens
and I am whole.
Where regrets lay down, relax and drift off for awhile casual & confident in the right to be indifferent to the soft, souring bodies cluttering, complicating, contriving half-truths excusing, explaining and too easily forgetting flash-frozen silence, soft sobbing obedient smile under shades over black and blue and tears over...
hot pepper laced prayers
blessings condense, fog windows and fall
my heart waters and wells
adoring, pleading, needing
our long walks and full moon picnics
your eyes unsheathed in the dark
This was our first outing together in years. Lifetimes ago this tunnel had been an initiation of sorts. We went over some of the details we remembered, talked about how much more information was available these days, and how we had only seen a train come through on Youtube as we stitched together country back-roads on a cool early...
Creating dedicated soundtracks for long distance driving had been a little ritual of mine for years. Once the streaming services really began to come into their own I found fewer reasons to intentionally craft a narrative with music. A-12 Firstborn was mix CD from around 2010 or so. Front coverBack cover[Taxiing]Dylan Thomas...
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