Next Year … Some Year (this year)

Millay was right when she said they all have lied. There hasn’t been any day, in any week, in any month – not a single day since then. I would take just one – a series of 24 successive hours where you don’t invade my heart thoughts. A solid sleep, a quiet morning, an inconsequential afternoon. AnContinue reading “Next Year … Some Year (this year)”

Something permanent and waiting

I’ve never been one for belief. Preferring, since I first found words, the question. But you suggest an answer now. Something permanent and waiting. As if there might be gods and fates whispering, a place and time of return. I would know you anywhere. In a room filled, or across vast, empty spaces. Even when I’m not looking for- … I somehow seek toContinue reading “Something permanent and waiting”

Void

I can tin-plate my skin and heart against your impact, but always the cracks appear. Always, this slow shattering when the moon is full, or the sun is blinding. It happens when I close my eyes. Or when I open them under water, or when I stand in the earliest morning, all surface and rain and disappearing. All of the forgetting, andContinue reading “Void”