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new moon coming
Like a boat hull
swaying in the heavy swells of sea night
wine sloshes across the deck
merging with the wash
all is red now
I am merciless
Letter to a Lover Forgotten
Spring, 2022
Today I went through my email
allll the way through
cleared out, sorted, junked
Literally nothing but busy work and to click the number clear down
but I saw you
plenty, all the quirks and quizzes, little poems about the sun
I saw you
Old like a white omen, like the longest scratch of fabric
wrapped and worn round the body, our shroud
I could almost see your face
pressing through and breathing
Though you are gone now, like death
and I do not hate death, fear or dread death she is my wisest teacher
most true proof of life
and it is as potent as drinking blood
I can feel it all through my bones
shivering at the river, quenching
my hands melting in the water with the ashes
of the letter I wrote
and in the sun, holding I have almost felt
all there is
leaking out my eyes I am not cold
or pained or searching
This death is long.
I grieve you, what I expected you or me to be,
You grieve Us I suppose, ‘I don’t want to grieve you’ more like warning than
truth you grieve whoever I was supposed to be
for you.
All my multitudes
Keep sending letters, mourning is not linear
I learn
slower and slower
it is like clouds.
There are always clouds
that I am always watching.
Sunrise, Sunset
Autumn, 2019
Sunrise, Sunset.
A fresh yellow leaf
saunters through the air,
its fall unlike the others
swaying hips to
the scenic beat.
On the line
a dear friend
her train chat
as I sip my coffee.
Dinner is soon so she really
must be going.
I don’t know where to
send her letters.
A leaf red and torn
drops quickly and nestles
into the palm
of a low pine.
The seaside breeze
rustles her hair as she laughs
deep into my evening.
A Sudden Burst
Autumn, 2019
Trying my best, really!
But oh how my core shook and swayed
a near collapse.
The trees arched over my walk
threatening: I was flowing with the wounded
down the drainpipe –
With a clap of hands, Earth burst
and that day was had.
Tempest of leaves
splattered out and around,
enclothing this cooridor’s travelers
like fairies of good will.
The morning lays wistfully
on last eve’s dew,
sparkling up my sleeves.
And more magical still,
no one’d thought up
an Autumn snowglobe.
Scare
sometime before summer, 2019
The raven barked to me
atop his phoney wire.
One hop
up and away
to a sky of mountain
and dust.
Bid my adieus, never
more scared in my
whole puny life.
You’ve Terrible Work Ethic this Season
Some time 2019-2020
Waves curled around me
slick with sun. The tide
departs her usual route,
I’m left earthed in the sand.
Light’s echo fades over the
hills. You tread near.
It was the wrong time of year,
or this month wasn’t yours,
but I breathed softly, us painted
and drying before you
woke. I’d make coffee.
You a cake artist, the bake sale
this Saturday, I’ve been waiting
the whole summer. With
one stale tart the world
might just realign.
Did I have something to
add? Atop your grand opening?
Then, maybe, but after an
entire moon had shed for none
other? I, a cicada nymph.
I can’t take care of you and I
together, and you’ve terrible
work ethic this season.
Active Haikus
9/26/22
I see and know death now
as woman, beyond
child again
9/26/22
Yank up my manly waist line
Warm sun slathering my back
September
4/26/22
Like wind, without it
I do not remember
you exists
4/26/22
to be alone
and not lonely
is a teetering joy
4/26/22
Moving in grief
like the long evening sun
red through my eyelids
4/8/22
multitudes, ever large,
and I still wanted to be thin??
my, the fool of woman
4/8/22
a long week, today
bright sun and white peaks
it tells of the future
4/4/22
mountain top, little bird
flies unmoving in the wind
my! how that must feel
3/24/22
i am ill, stiff, vile, writhing –
oh, spring!
I am light
3/16/22
cold blue sky
fools me
I can’t wake up
3/16/22
near spring
a dog is missing
again?
3/14/22
in the sea
how much more odd
must the clouds be
3/14/22
without all these words
here am I
quite real?
2/24/22
To grow up, more excited
to sleep
than wake
2/24/22
The freeze came, no snow
I won’t remember
Without you
2/10/22
Wake, imagine sunrise
this alone
pulls me from bed.
UNTITLED WORKS
The world felt big,
almost too big
to describe, as if
in one instant
the birds stopped
flying and the sun’s
glow lay alone
rimming mountains.
Perhaps nothing and
everything would
cease to happen, and
finally I would
be able to sleep.
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