miss you every day but less ish. don’t go don’t leave. even my nightmares. you’re too tall wearing a jacket you’d never oblivious to being a ghost. but only in my dreams. haunt me scare me you could never but. i want to love you in the present forever.
how is your head young lady the moon is on your side tonight i have known you for thousands of years traced your form in timelines through space this unkind world i fear for my soulfulness out and about out and about this unkind world your sleep is sick your well is hollow echoes rotate […]
time will never heal this wound ravine, canyon the springfield gorge. the clock tends like a nurse caretaker, curator groundskeeper willy. missing him always. wishing for more dreams. clutching my family. better. “god schmod i want my monkey man”
woke to the sound of my mom’s voicemail…then her broken voice and…nothing. in. between…then my feet on broken glass glossy white paint flawless save the place where…he… a list of my book recommendations sitting on the passenger side my second favorite place to be inside his…still those are some of my favorite books. ________ today […]
where the angle of the trunk allows humans to be silly and reckless stretching out over low levels of occasional rapids high levels of constant laughter look closely to see pin pricks speckling the dirt evidence of the missing conductor cup both ears to hear a deafening orchestra lulling these same humans to sleep on […]
i used to make my dad mix cd’s. he loved finding what came to be some of his favorite artists this way. (another connection we had along with plants, cribbage and beer.) the very first album was titled “Daddy & Tweety V1”. of course followed by “D & T V2”. then i started making themed […]
what happens now save every voicemail not that his tone would have been forgotten but to hear him call me tweety as many times as i can endure the playback save every voicemail not that hers isn’t comforting in the present but just in case doll or babe just in case a way that i […]
the magic of a fresh cut i am literally lighter though not by much my shoulders have less to lug my neck has less to nodd my jaw has less to shake the dead ends discarded to the floor some strands sticking to my soft sweater to be cast later with an enchantment spell i […]
write some poems that i can give him ok (but they’ll all be about the hims) good idea bad idea no good twinning and losing our volcanos over the dining room table past past now pssst gratefulness oh yeah i forgot that i am lucky. greatness truly. better to have loved and lost…ok but truly. […]
peering through thick glass your back to me is waiting any news at all? running down broad steps into your brotherly arms crying without breath! the “honey” helps me to let go not wanting to you are my solid.