Flower moon milk moon strange weather these days which came first the sun or all this rain the gingko come back overnight it seems or maybe I’ve been away wet footings insubstantial sleep . flower moon milk moon must exert some tide some pull a dream some days can seem more real but still recedes electric green leaves convulsing in the wind thunder predicted and waiting as giving . milk moon flower moon what sort […]
At the laundermat police up the street corraled bikes like spilt jacks across Pike street mostly quiet for now the insustrial -sized drier cranks on and off gas-powered round-doored highest capacity. All day helicopters in droning flight half fly, half vulture it keeps coming back to mouths to feed, inches given and miles of streets, some feet, some footnotes, people don’t realize, you know, if you think about it, why? a quote, lamentably, and a […]
and then a silence becomes unspeakable spring rain gentle except for when it is not complacency split up by unusual intermissions damp green and watery themes the creek up the lake spilling its bounds each leaf recoiling back to how it was or wasn’t can this transition be considered status quo how a season always goes transience in object definitions always a before even these mountains and the expectation of after breaths collect in cool […]
oh encapsulated day too small and every meter metered out bland formalities as measures sun in a picture but in this distant window rain the thought again that distance is not mere physics or even physical enough corporal work will teach you that quick
late morning, no snow it may have rained but is not raining presently a vacuum cleaner running somewhere, removing the evidence, making it possible to forget. Somewhere near here the tide turns away a gradual recession you have to stay and watch to see but it’s blocks and blocks away and not really ocean, more constrained bay and I recuse myself from all sorts subtlety this morning, bare streets and indifferent traffic, turn over in […]
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
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