Does an emptiness attract more space or manufacture it one or the other such a nice day after all, cold, clear elevator affability and sunlight drawing in everything except those cherished words not anymore through unthinking neglect or something more willful one or the other and would it even matter it may snow tomorrow a line is drawn never benign no, this much but not a breath more a love gone asymptotic
infinita tristeza again and again on the radio a soft rain walking up the hill llorar, he’s singing about the sea a slow walk with too much time to think viento de Washington he sings as if he knows you’d roll your eyes like you always do so stingy with words I’d disagree Manu en cuanto a la tristeza it’s a desert only and dying of thirst but yes, slowly
cold clear morning and nowhere to be morning to noon more sun on the patio hors place hors de combat curling on TV all yesterday and today watching a rock go and then come to a stop and then go again when another rock hits it incomprehensible terms but that seems to be the gist of it an object at rest tends to stay at rest unless acted upon by some outside force the sun […]
Mornings up North the roar of central heat drowning out the creek a sign of life in a sleeping house. Light rain, the snow all melted three days ago, it had lingered a while. A drab bird turns and turns in the holly, but nothing else stirs. Read the news but then thought better of it. The same evergreens here as home. Sometimes a small distance is sufficient, and preferable. Sometimes rueful, cold, intractable. Some […]
Winter, continued tea and quince paste on toast, hard rain all afternoon weariness, dilutional a taste of Spain the label says I’ve never been a dream dredged up on a cold mid-week day in an empty break room in this damp gray state
This morning, walking, a welder’s sparks falling inside a building frame, a cage of flames and empty space, of noncommittal sky. Sactum sanctorum, with its quietest corners, a heart, too, is made from many rooms: antechambers, foreparlours, endlessly recessing, a heart has no heart to it, it is a door that opens and shuts. Passage defines it, existence demands it, a place of access, and egress, that hue of regret. Somewhere along this way, honeysuckle […]
a border is a boundary or a perimeter that defines a place in physical space but in gerund form bordering implies proximity to a dangerous extreme each sense topical timely but also ominous its antonym it’s hard to name exact shades of gray winter sky suitcloth ashy ashen censer censor one is smoke the other smoke and mirrors what is implied implicitly can still be false scarier is complicity best to clearly state a border […]
Unseasonable warmth, a more agitated sunset, or maybe it wasn’t– anything can be anything, now. Say it’s eighty out, say it snowed, say it’s for our good and temporary as if this has never happened before– and I will say that this sky is pink and orange as ripe citrus, this breeze bitter as pith, this wind unsettled, this night falling harder, the way a fist does, or a downpour, or a spring-loaded door
A return again back from the bay industrial coast the shipyards by night and hunters at dawn a dispassionate racoon receeding into the woods the day become a little less wild . the difference between a plea and proclomation not too much both should know better this land intentionally left fallow . a rainy drive as forecast charmless towns without that dutch blue sky geese resting and in flight cursive, discursive get to the point […]
Twelve grapes at midnight washed down with champagne one for love and one for hatred one for kindness and one for relentlessness one for luck and one for persistence one for hope and one for remembrances one for going and one for staying and in all its sweetness and for all its bitterness another two for love
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