what do you do when words needed don't comewhen the songs that you sing have already been sung—what do you say when the saying tongue breaksin crashing and cliffs and the fracture of waves? where do you go when the pages once hometurn deadened white eyes from gazes unknown—where do you set down the shimmering… Continue reading untitled
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no more
The faucet weeps without a soundThe bowl fills up, no moreThe hour strikes the break of dayYet time moves on, no more The wind chime tolls for what was lostThe answer comes, no moreThe waxen sun seeps into roomsWhere shadows fall, no more The night's wings fall on candles brightThe wicks will burn, no moreThe… Continue reading no more
riches
The rose thinks the garden is enough. Blossoming in its sun, it looks upward and smiles— Oh, who is it who is richer than me? The fish thinks the pond is enough. Flitting across its expanse, it looks backward and trills— Oh, who is it who is richer than me? The eagle thinks the sky… Continue reading riches
some days
some days, I walk down the street like everyone else bundling my coat close to my neck waiting for the stoplight to turn “some weather we’re having” “isn’t that right” “in my day, autumn was never this chilly” some days, I go through the motions scribbling my name hastily across a paper filling in bubbles, a… Continue reading some days
the believer’s lament
I stand at the edge of something vast. The push and the pull of centuries and the universe, a battle between light and dark rages across the fields of my soul. “Steady your arms, men! Brace the line, men!” The clamor of shields, the cacophony of this vessel of steel marching forward into the… Continue reading the believer’s lament
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