Darkness enters
through cracks in
rose tinted glasses.
Unseeing the seeing.
Seeing this unseeing
needs new eyes.
Would you lend me
your hope?
Friday, November 17, 2023
Friday, May 5, 2023
gesturing
To begin. At the end.
To end. At the beginning.
We move in circles.
Visit. Revisit.
Create. Recreate.
Envision. Re-envision.
Story. Re-story.
Imagine. Reimagine.
Cover. Recover.
Remember. Re-member.
Always in re.
We move.
To end. At the beginning.
We move in circles.
Visit. Revisit.
Create. Recreate.
Envision. Re-envision.
Story. Re-story.
Imagine. Reimagine.
Cover. Recover.
Remember. Re-member.
Always in re.
We move.
shadow citizen
I take tentative steps
In this place i am told
Is my own. I am uncertain
That i belong, but at the counter
You will see, i can show you
The necessary documents
that define me. And remind me
Of my limits. For some of my friends,
Not having these papers, does the same.
In this place i am told
Is my own. I am uncertain
That i belong, but at the counter
You will see, i can show you
The necessary documents
that define me. And remind me
Of my limits. For some of my friends,
Not having these papers, does the same.
Thursday, May 4, 2023
Monday, May 1, 2023
consolations
sometimes,
i stay with the night.
we walk alongside
blurring, making
shadows and memories
from dark and light years away.
constellatory portraits of solitude.
portraits of constellatory solitude.
i stay with the night.
we walk alongside
blurring, making
shadows and memories
from dark and light years away.
constellatory portraits of solitude.
portraits of constellatory solitude.
sometimes,
the night stays with me.
we sit alongside
re-membering, drawing
hopes and misfortunes
from heavy and gossamer years away.
the night stays with me.
we sit alongside
re-membering, drawing
hopes and misfortunes
from heavy and gossamer years away.
overcast portraits of silence.
portraits of overcast silence.
portraits of overcast silence.
at all times,
the night and i,
hold one another
as desolate strangers might,
without possession, or desire,
proximate in our distances
wishing for nothing more.
the night and i,
hold one another
as desolate strangers might,
without possession, or desire,
proximate in our distances
wishing for nothing more.
Thursday, March 30, 2023
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