what giving creature is this

something like a whispered song

Sunday, May 24, 2020

hope from something strung

hope from something strung   - thin lines laid between thin dreams in a rectangle - something not solid but rather soft, forgiving, for supple exits and strong entrances (my eyes only go so high) to box in the green but not to exclude, because it all needs to breathe if this is to work. the line's middle sags, frown-like from a good distance, but up close, things...

Friday, May 8, 2020

a place kept

i'd been scolded by an ancient-faced teacher: how was it i was always running around the playground untied, i was apt to trip and get hurt, didn't your mother teach you? so i went home terrified 'how was your day?' she asked 'it was good.' vincent - was a year older and had a dark scowl and who hand-picked me as his target, sitting next to me on the long bus ride, shouldering me into the window and whispering, 'i will punch you' so i went home...