a view from over here
i don’t know what it looks like– the view from over there. don’t know if the landscape has changed at all from your vantage point– if these massive internal upheavals read on the outside– subtle shifts...
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these walls feel differently without you inhabiting them– the space is vast– but the memory of your smile helps to fill it. the echo of your words– a solid form standing before me– utterances i’ve...
View Articleall of your pockets
if there were more time i’d have filled all of your pockets with them– tumbling words of love and devotion simple sentiments, gentle reminders unwinding thoughts cascading from my heart to yours–...
View Articlea love unencumbered
this perfectly arcing circle roots stretching down infinitely long through layers inpenatrable by all but our love its perfectly arcing circle carving through time and space existing within and...
View Articlethat you might imagine
if a springboard is what you are why not propel me as high and as far as possible? beyond threat of imagination or existence– past sighs and romanticism spurring challenge and transition expansion...
View Articlei’m talking to you
this feels like distance i’m clarifying my space you’re my best teacher
View Articlethe space next to me
the unguarded pleasure of your unfettered love granted in fits and spurts– boundaries demolished and resurrected in the span of a single breath– shadows hovering and descending this infinite...
View Articlewoven through
there are poems in my bones words woven through and around the sinews of my muscles– verbose tendons and loquacious ligaments. phrases which will their way to my mind– narrating an unfolding pathway–...
View Articlerockaway
i don’t need to take pictures– your fluid image emblazoned in my mind feet gliding above the sand hands blossoming a golden lotus. this seamless stretch of time away from existing structures– free to...
View Articlethis careful framework
timelessness emerges existing next to you. a span of hours, days– one tender moment folded into lifetimes spent chasing shadows and resurrecting structures. mapping this careful framework entrusted...
View Articleode to motherhood
I never read the rules for mothering it seems I was absent that day– perhaps all of us were. Carrying around the textbook burden of guilt, the weight of which mocks our shortcomings and reveals the...
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