I sometimes go months without remembering you.
Some griefs bless us that way, not asking much space.
& their skin-thin silt the Scheldt ground down from rocks, slopes & swamps — a rainy-day-gray mud, that satin muck that slips through fingers & escapes toward the insatiable North … Continue reading
A friend betrayed me yesterday. I loved him for his rage, hungers & big flat feet he stomped . as if he wanted to leave imprints everywhere he went. I … Continue reading
I sold her bed for a song. A song of yearning like an orphan’s. Or the one knives carve into bread. But the un-broken bread song too. For the … Continue reading