This piece was written in collaboration with one of my most cherished friends, a Brazilian diamond in her own right, Sunflower. My sincere gratitude to her for the beautiful lines she has provided, and for the creative energy that was produced by this collaboration. I have dearly missed working together in this manner. Sunflower: A … Continue reading No Diamante, a Sua Preciosidade
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I Dreamt Last Night of Someone Who Wanted to Send My Love Away
Last night, I dreamt Of someone who loved me, Someone who Wanted me To be something, To be anything More To them But then you, Yes, you Told them To go home Yes, you told them to "go home", You said this wasn't their home And they were welcome no more, Whether you meant it, … Continue reading I Dreamt Last Night of Someone Who Wanted to Send My Love Away
I Will / Never / Forget
I will... Never / be the same person who used to rise at 5:30am every morning / ready within 15 minutes / on my bicycle in –15 degree weather / no gloves and a smile on my face / sun shining down / Greet each morning / embrace the new day / maybe on a … Continue reading I Will / Never / Forget
An Inexplicable Quickening of the Heart
I sometimes imagine death And that which follows as Years and years and years of Being torn apart, Current manifestation of Whole self Becoming So many Satellite selves Splayed across the universe, Each finding their way through All of the edges and bends Of time And space And chance, Collecting and coagulating In small huddled … Continue reading An Inexplicable Quickening of the Heart
The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part IV (What We Do for Love)
Why do I even write these days? Why do I try? Why do I try as hard as I do when clearly there are more effective and efficient approaches. Someone has it figured out... Not me. I see so many others who write poems that reach audiences of hundreds or even thousands. I see … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part IV (What We Do for Love)
The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part III (Even When It Cannot Be Seen)
A thick, black fog hangs low over this place now. Long shadows cast by rolling waves of darkness spilling across the houses and walkways. With each passing second, breathing becomes increasingly labored. The windswept streets grow empty and desolate, As the life that once filled them hides behind doors and walls of brick, As … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part III (Even When It Cannot Be Seen)
In Each and Every Thing Which Crawls or Walks or Even Slowly Grows as Moss or Lichen
Know that Though I have said so many things To so many of you And though you have responded With such kindness and love that it draws the tears from my eyes as from a well These things are only temporary; I will be gone some day And there may be no person to speak … Continue reading In Each and Every Thing Which Crawls or Walks or Even Slowly Grows as Moss or Lichen
Something for All Those Who Have Been There
This morning I woke to Memories Of dreams from the night before. I remember that I dreamt of you, Ariele. I dreamt that I was finally able to visit Brazil, And we sat for coffee in a small shop. We talked for many hours Of all things that we talk of now But we could … Continue reading Something for All Those Who Have Been There
Dear Jon (Andy the Creep)
Dear Jon, Oh, my sweet, sweet Jon, I hear you have a lady friend; How good for you. Unfortunately, I also hear you like to make women feel As if they are a lesser form of human And that Jon, That is not okay. Dear Jon, Do you have any idea How long the memories … Continue reading Dear Jon (Andy the Creep)
Milestones
This piece was written in collaboration with the light-bringer Lykke, my dear friend whose prose inspired a deluge of thoughts and actions, as well the words below. My sincere thanks to her for all we have discussed and all we still have to learn from each other. Lykke: Milestones… When my day starts here Your … Continue reading Milestones
