the ones who do not answer #Poetry

there is a door i keep almost opening a call i almost make a line i almost cross almost is a quiet word it builds a life #Poetry

at night i list the things i did not say they lie there bright like coins i refused to spend #Poetry

we divide the world into good and not as if it were that clean but the line keeps running through my own mouth #Poetry

i want to be understood but not examined so i say half and watch you fill the rest sometimes you get it right and i love you for that sometimes you don’t and i love you for trying #Poetry

your shirt smells like sun and salt i press it to my face as if cloth could be a bridge it can for a minute #Poetry

a child on the screen dust in her hair she looks past the camera as if the future is standing just out of frame i want to turn it off my hands still full of nothing #poetry

in the news a number that stands in for bodies i look away i look back as if attention were a kind of help it isn’t but i give it anyway #Poetry

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i walked through today it dissolved each moment vanishing as it arrived still an impression a trace on the chest a word almost said a shadow that appears only when i turn from the light #poetry

Enough #poetry

i move carefully through noise each sound with an edge i collect them without meaning to by night i am full of corners #poetry

Bonnie in the end she did not fear death she feared the gentler thing the slow replacement of all she loved by what comes next the way even a name can be worn smooth by being said until it is only sound and goodbye #poetry

today unbuttoned slipped from its story i tried to pin a moment the pin went through as if nothing were there #poetry

aphelion #poetry

Proverb the safest mode of transportation is decomposition into rich earth and drifting away with the wind and the rain

what i do not keep i think if i am careful it will stay the warmth the moment the look but the sun moves on and i am left with the clean edge of absence #poetry

morning light checks each object are you still what you were yesterday most things agree I am not so sure #poetry

i meet today a day i might have met before same light different heart #poetry

we keep going not brave not wise just moving like the river when it forgets the bend and makes another one #poetry

the weight of days you carried them all unfinished hours words you meant to say but silence leaves fingerprints and when the light changed you looked up as if you had always known the sun was never yours to keep #poetry

what we never said goes on not saying #poetry

The dog in the yard barks at nothing and I think about that how sure it is how often I am #poetry

we scroll past a face not blurred enough to be unreal yet distant enough to belong to the weather there are things happening now that will be explained later with calm voices and charts so no one has to say we saw it and practiced looking elsewhere #poetry

I want to believe my hands are clean but the day is long and my pockets fill with small excuses #poetry

are we good people or just skilled at standing where the light is and calling the shadow circumstance #poetry

i want to be good and also left alone these are not the same wish #poetry

dog the dog stops sniffs one spot as if the whole world were there i stand holding the leash and learn nothing except patience #poetry

self-portrait i look at me and see someone i have been before a version with fewer facts and more need #poetry

small mercy today i did not look back not much just enough to keep walking and call that a kind of love #poetry

i i say i as if that is a place not a moving edge between what was and what i can stand to keep #poetry

forgetting i forget the facts not the feeling the body keeps a rough version of the truth i live in the edit #poetry

Amazon is the devil

the argument kept happening even after i left i could still hear the parts that never occurred

hold let go hold too late

love as a tactic i love everyone not as a mood as a method a way to keep my hands from becoming two big fists all day

aging i have begun to live in the next room from my own body It sends messages through the wall mostly complaints occasionally a laugh i recognize

i notice how noticing has edges it cuts the fog a small thing stands up not important just exact and in that exactness i feel less blurred

the poem that cannot be written #poetry #gaza

Proverb You can lead a horse to water and you can lead a horse into water and you can swim with the horse and have fun.

möbius heart there is no back there is only after there is no away there is only again love is not a noun it is geometry a crossing a sentence that turns without turning away a hinge made of continuation #poetry

late january the creek runs low showing stones that used to be anonymous wet backs shine as though they have arrived from another century i think of names i used to say without effort and cannot quite reach now the water keeps going not needing to remember me #poetry

the tree line mist unbuttons the ridge the pines stand dark and listening a deer steps out then back as though the world were thinking twice

CAFFEINE Crack the lid Aroma hits Full dark Fast heart Eager mind Inward grin Nothing holy Except this #poetry

Inventory a pen a button a photograph too bright at the edges i touch them and they are not quite mine they only happen to be here as i am what i have is the turning of one thing into the next as though the day were one long page and someone is lifting the corner #poetry

new moon winter field the snow has no shadow only patience trees stand with nothing to explain and the dark never asks to be understood #poetry

light on stone at the edge of the creek it looks fixed until the sun moves i’ve loved people that way calling the angle truth then watching the day turn and the stone become another stone #poetry

fog comes down without asking it takes the firs one by one until the place is only the thought of a place i remember a day i called clear now i find it only as a feeling just out of reach the creek goes on saying the same thing meaning something else #poetry

after rain the field lies open grass flattened where wind insisted a crow turns her head and the whole morning changes i think of someone i was sure i knew and the name I say is not the one the wind answers to nothing holds still long enough to be certain #poetry

The Blur #poetry