eyes pried open

DAMN THAT FOOTBOARD

September Elegy

Remind me why I live here…

Do Not Go: Erasure on a Favorite Poem

The dying wise men know /
Their words had no lightning.

Dare we admit that time will ne’er be right?

Dare we admit that time will ne’er be right?
‘Tis 2 AM; we’re far from ending night.

I’ve Found My Place

I’ve found my place; the place is peace, / Though tangled tempests tip the ship.

Sonnet XLV – Let Nothing Fill Your Sail

If seeking Something, e’re the hope will fail;
Instead, lie back, let Nothing fill your sail.

Start. again. anew.

start. again. anew.
transformed again by some truth