there is no noise but in the hollow of my ear I hear the swift click of you at a typewriter. Ignoring the cold chilling London 1962 A steady drip of water from the bath breaks you -- Your Children through their evening ritual and down; yours overcomes you now. Composed, obsessed and you reach … Continue reading there is no noise but in the hollow – for Sylvia
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Being Kind Again
I woke up this morning to Early Today showing angry mobs of people protesting in the streets. "We reject the president elect" was their mantra and battle cry. And my heart broke a little more than it did yesterday when I saw things like "I'm quitting Facebook because I can't deal with all these Trump … Continue reading Being Kind Again
your second hand
your name became a scroll across the bottom of the screen today - followed by dead. needle. arm. and I wonder if at the moment when your second hand stopped you knew the gravity of it, or did it surprise you, too? did your eyes widen and your jaw drop, and was your last thought … Continue reading your second hand
Bonfire
you're erased. not even the ghosted outline remains of your print on this space, and I feel like I should be standing on your grave instead of on the ashes of a life you left with so much ease… I've set fire to you twice now - and found no peace. Even watching the blue … Continue reading Bonfire