Wednesday, January 18, 2017
Tuesday, January 17, 2017
The winter was real this time and fear lit up the bleak water small seeds of hate and berries of love were disappearing fast and melting into calendar months pages marked up pacing folding and calling it quits each twelve hours I wrote down the miles of scratching and I poured more water into their shallow bath
Monday, January 16, 2017
Please take out the trash. I'll meet you in the car. Make sure you lock the door. I know we're a little late. There is not enough time. It's my turn to talk. I thought you went to bed. 60 Minutes is on right now. I never really knew you. After all these years. Let's oil our eyebrows. Let's bring in more wood.
Sunday, January 15, 2017
Saturday, January 14, 2017
Eventual trees Two centuries from now Still growing Peaceful grove Shade and sun Everything breathing That's where I'll be Looking at the pages Fingering their leaves Where you took my hand Even though I got kicked Out of the compound Beyond the forest Is the sunny meadow Its sweetness overwhelming There is the small brook Running clear and cold Feel it feel it endless