Worship
At some days’ end, I feel as if I have stepped my last- propping up this frame, these unpadded shoulders, boned as a scarecrow. Dithering with the primal thoughts of … Continue Reading Worship
Two walls
One’s been too many years in the building, and what it shields may have lost its worth. The other, I hold onto, as I walk, in secret regret.
Acting my age
From decades of borrowed wakefulness and broken sleep, this body gives way. The hated alarm faces the wall. Last night’s dreams of peace unfolded over fourteen unmedicated hours. This afternoon, … Continue Reading Acting my age
Pierce my heart with cast iron arrows
Fifty years on, in my sad unpacking, this time of letting go, I find, pressed between panes, a polaroid. A face is fuzzily framed in one angled corner, and I … Continue Reading Pierce my heart with cast iron arrows
Wanting to stay
Slovenly sleep, or so it seems…. in the lightening shades of darker dreams. Delicious lucidity, floating the soul over depths of disturbing finality. Let us stay in this state, where … Continue Reading Wanting to stay
