Poems, gathered by the month.
It's the normal moments The groggy good morning mumbles And the good nights slipping from lips as heavy as the eye lids Where we get to…
The tenderness Of pain The depths at which we go to continue it To deepen it Not wanting to and yet Carving away, deepening, strengthening,…
A good trigger A triggered moment Lays bare attachment and aversion An unveiling so to speak A buffet Of shit I don't wanna eat That I…
First lesson This body won't be as it is forever To move slow To learn slowness To allow for slowness Now No need to wait Had the first…
A sweetness To bear the unbearable To bare To the unbarable How do we do it She asked I don't know But we do
Life just isn't so separate Addressing one thing Feels like it addresses all others And not tending to another Feels like not tending to…
It's the normal moments The groggy good morning mumbles And the good nights slipping from lips as heavy as the eye lids Where we get to really see one another The tone of voice as speaking Non performative, reactive, habitual Just that Just this Human
It all falls On the drop of a dime What that is Cannot be pointed to Or named, or seen, or claimed It's not this or that or it But in falling An entrance appears Like a doorway Open a sliver, or fully ajar How far I can slip in Is where I land
Flying by Each moment A flash of lightning I can't hold anything And yet I want to This emptiness Is uncomfortable, disquieting, discomforting Shakey A tremor in the heart wants solid ground And yet There is none to be found
When the scythe is sharp Blades of grass slice with little effort