No pound of flesh now but a pound of breaths to be repaid ruthlessly unreasonably but legally– . peculiar to lose so much sleep expend so much grief over something intangible pixeled numbers in an online ledger here and gone quick as that no action required . I think I might prefer the pound of flesh at least it can put up a fight (or flight) . numbers circle my head like dizzy cartoon birds […]
Morning breaks like a rare china plate with guilt and marvel at what cannot be undone something that was years in the making and was years in the saving is now only was the sun spills out its golds and pinks recklessly it fills the freeway softens suburbs honeys mountains but only for a minute or two and then it’s only daylight and business as usual
Loathe to return from the sun-lit ledge the valley below still shadowed by peaks and cutting across it a dream of a lake voiceless for a while we didn’t even speak just felt the warmth of sun the chill of wind attuned and not attenuated Emily’s right the soul has its moments bandaged escaped retaken– all the way down it felt like shackles the hours closing in again appallingly close so terribly still
An owl in the backyard or a dreamed-up owl it’s late and these empty hours tend to get filled one way or another
Strange to say a starless night they’re all still up there god bear ladle monster man daughter strange to think they also live and die collapsing inward exploding out terribly constant in middle age (and strange how none go quite the same) and how we think we know them having given them names still wishing upon them strange how empty a place space is how far away these sparks the speed of light not speedy […]
I guess it’s too late to live on a farm. As if I could buy a house! Let alone land. A place of my own– is what my friend sighed, our someday dream, our loftiest goal. Today again I paid to learn, watching refugees sit and wait for their bus, and asked the doctor what the term really means– she couldn’t say exact qualifications, just that for some recognized reason, a person had to leave […]
Two shadows below: One cast by the bridge the other birds cast as a net and settled or as much as any living thing can be a shadow and a shadow diffusing like ink nothing ever lasting on water or lasting ever it’s just easier to see here a shadow and a shadow ebbing into flight
A return to the ground to sow more seeds prayers in a way when they are grown where will I be thinking back on this moment on how far we’ve both come the soil is cool and the morning birds are not alarmed now accustomed to this custom and oh today how it felt like an ending but roots I guess do their best work unseen.
Bernard.
Today I did I silly thing, and the answer I got was: Here comes the sun. It’s been a long cold lonely winter. And how. And how of all people could I be certain of anything? And yet. A dream of us so close I felt it on my skin. And the road back today with all its lucky white horses. I know the song and how it ends: Here comes the sun, here comes the sun, and […]
OPTIONAL POETRY 