It’s strange sometimes The distance, space Around us How it gives way As we all move In different directions Here and there Back and forth
Category: Poetry & Prose
An Unfinished Letter to M. Ennenbach – Dictated
please, indulge me for a moment if you’ve a few to spare as I seize this opportunity at a live, captive audience of one for
Binding
There’s no contract that binds, stronger Than the arms which finally embrace The words we’ve let ourselves succumb to It comes, when we find the
I Understand Goodbye
I see now my failures Your hand, it slips away No longer seeking mine Through times of darkness Times of understanding The times we shared
Retrace the Steps
I’ve reached that point Monotony, routine, boredom Morning after morning, afternoon – repeat Evening, more of the same Days blur, didn’t I just do that
Plenty of Time – No Time part 2
I’ll put it away now, for later, maybe Crudely wrapped in blue smoke and Pounding fists, squinting eyes, ripped pages Thankful for the occasional flicker
