Eve Rounds

the fortune teller

a welcome humidity breaks through the seal of my skin
seeps into my soul
an onoff drizzle revives the resilience of my muscles
releases their restlessness

and off i go into the gray of focused conscious meditation

allowing dark ones to escape without a fight
the light arrives in torrents
the mirrors reflect an expansion of bright saturation
a self manifested destiny

aware only of my favorites
i can see now the words in poignant conversations of the distant future
i can hear now the thoughts of us as we grow older in wiser in happier
i am my own fortune teller
and fortunate
will be
and fortunate


It isn’t easy being a twin.   Others considered us as one two-part person,  while our parents saw,  in our conspiring, four or more.  


dark morning darkness woke up crying i now embrace the word should. it’s a simple truth. my dad should be with me on my   

27 days ago

i lost you so suddenly too suddenly your blue eyes in a constant state of near tear because you loved life giving us so much

haiku ish

in this direction waves break to the right of me reversing my own current

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your ……. face against the bruised air between my quiet mind and the raging storm …. panic .. desire …….. pain and wishful logic slowly …