Two months to know that I love him, or that I will love him, and it shall be the death of me. This, I know now, is a wonderful thing. It has taken two months and I remember not any plight of angst or insanity that plagued me from years past. That of my childhoodContinue reading “letter to a friend over seas”
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Plea of the Silent Sobber
Dear God, what am I to do with this longing? I want it to be him, I want him to capture me and never release me back to the listless realm I walk. I want him to take me in and care for me, to watch over me and check in with me as ifContinue reading “Plea of the Silent Sobber”
prayers, heed the buds
In the nights long stretching did woe creep in, did my aching mind ponder of a better intent in this life, one of righteous pursuit and trial at the torments of a moment. Dear God and Holy Jesus Christ I thank You, for in the moment I turned from foul sin of self and openContinue reading “prayers, heed the buds”
I’ll be seeing you
In every old familiar place. Out the train car window, across the marsh where the gulls scatter and the sky looks flat. Roads winding along ferny foliage and down to the quarry that looms like a lightless portal. On the highway where the air outside is hot and dry and red and silent aside fromContinue reading “I’ll be seeing you”
Warm
The room has red walls and is near entirely made up of windows. Outside of which a torrent of snow wafts down, and has since yesterday. The world is white. One radiator-like space heater chugs in the middle of the room. The floor is covered in paper clippings and thread. A dark teal cabinet riggedContinue reading “Warm”
The rain starts as a trickle
“It wasn’t supposed to be like this” “It wasn’t supposed to be like this” Heaving through breathy sobs God above me, holding my shoulder It was always supposed to be like this This pain like vomit, an exorcism I am nearly choking, then I am quiet Like a child curled on the bathroom floor IContinue reading “The rain starts as a trickle”
unread
I put each one of your letters in the river . It was morning and the sky was quite clear when I trudged through two feet of untainted white down the streets and all the way to the edge of the embankment . A long sheet of snow not yet tread on and several dozenContinue reading “unread”
Felling
The tree is coming down tonight All ornaments off Even the cranberries But it is the lights that linger I can’t help it What will go there Or brighten the room What will fill the void in the window Between the records and the chair Can I bear it stay empty Sit in the discomfortContinue reading “Felling”
24
it is a dish that is never clean washed quickly for each morning use a poufy deep brown mesh like a cloak earlier, during my morning prayer, a faint blue held out above the yard I suspect it gone now, souped up into the low clouds slower when it is melancholic, I swear I hearContinue reading “24”
in the evenings it overcomes me
There are so many things I want to say to you, so many I’d like to ask you. Instead, I let silence sit in the gaps between our speech, a little longer each time. I have not decided if I should say anything at all, for is it your answer that might free me orContinue reading “in the evenings it overcomes me”
