[sun]
stray patch of sunlight glimpsed over a shoulder — no, a tree still full of yellow leaves
Category: my poetry
[lost]
lost our way, then found it — moon at my right shoulder the whole way home… [12-19-88]
[silence]
The loud echoing night that’s considered by those not bred to it silence The outline of the night is the train the sound of the train by the river at night the river that takes the sound of the train and turns it into water before it sends it along to your ears The train … Continue reading [silence]
[the bahamas]
after being tempted by some random glossy picture, remembering that the bahamas aren’t like that to get to them you have to go in your own boat far away and cross the deeper blue of did you know that the ocean has different colors and different parts all flowing against each other? and cross the … Continue reading [the bahamas]
white pebble 