1.
moonset and sunrise:
the morning cut-like
down the middle, torn
the way seasons in transition
tear apart tired blankets
4.
the river is glass and silk
I dream of mountains
5.
I don’t recognize my reflection
in that certain light
Category Archives: ad / notare
ad notare 2025: 59-63
59.
the outlines of things, the things out of lines
60.
me and the mayflies, cursed and living
for today (again)
61.
out on the river
take in each leaf
each paint brush cloud
each sunset splash
to revisit in my dreams
62.
the storm clouds low on the horizon
mountains as a child might draw them:
perfection
63.
the boilerman reading Karamazov
ad notare 2025: 51-56 and 58
51.
I walk monochromatic hoping
to reflect the endless color in the world
52.
what war are we fighting today, wherefore we send
our children to die
53.
nothing lasts except memory
and even that
is aubject to rewrites
54.
you are a dream of an endless, eternal and flourishing garden
55.
a cyclone of last winter’s dead leaves
in the exterior alcove of downtown building –
the reassertion of an argument
56.
against the forces of erasure
we must all commit
to remembering (at least)
one thing
—
58.
one more bomb
one more river of blood
even still
one must live
so that beauty matters