The Vale of Soul-Making
One time, your heart almost slipped away on a river
barge. Your hands seemed to claw the sky. I’m sorry.
No one else made anything out of those streaked clouds. 22 more words
1 week, 5 days ago
Whenever we reach into
the pockets of hope we pull out the lint of despair.
I mean, all I have to do is lift the eyelids… 22 more words
2 weeks, 2 days ago
3 weeks ago
we see is a metaphor for what we don’t see. Everything we do is
a metaphor for what we don’t do. If you don’t finish this poem… 35 more words
3 weeks, 2 days ago
So how can I measure how much I love you?
Except the way the willow measures the universe.
Except the way your hair is tangled among the stars. 30 more words
3 weeks, 5 days ago
The hieroglyphics of sunset written on the bay’s water:
your sad eyes the moon has lit its little fires inside of.
The wind untangling itself from streetlights and trees: 549 more words
1 month ago
There are times when they gather at the edge of your life,
Shadows slipping over the far hills, daffodils
blooming too early, the dark matter of the universe… 325 more words
1 month, 4 weeks ago