these mornings I pull away it is not solitude
this air we inhale togther, a world exhaled
an eternity plays out in every instant
these mornings we pull together, our solitude
[wedding anniversary 2024]
[our morning]
Category Archives: Poetry Month 2024
Untitled Series 1 (2024), 20-23
20.
in a dream colored in primary shades of loneliness
wandering desolate shores and broken down towns
an old dead friend rides up on a stolen bicycle
carrying a flat screen TV under one arm, happy
that she only spent some of her cash on cocaine
21.
each fit of waking sends me back
and in a small sea-side restaurant
in a crowd of well-known strangers
in the company of a young woman
whose presence kicks up the wind
of your undiscernable absence
22.
even with the river falling back into bed
some days there is not enough deisel and grease
to move the tired engine in my gut
23.
unlit dreamscapes lack appropriate maintenance
Untitled Series 1 (2024), 16-19
16.
the family of ducks have laid siege to the wharf
we are all here kicking mad under the water:
necessary adaptations under the new regime
17.
today will I caste my luck onto the waters?
18.
the river is a gambler, what a bluffer!
we walk the staging back and forth,
dry land to floating steel
play the hand dealt us
19.
today: fire and falling waters after another night of rain
the heart will not be doused silent forever