The night sky is falling
It will never stop falling
Until our universe flees
may your love continue to grow
as the same deep sky falls over us
again
and again
and again
October 21 – 25, 2025
I hide in the dark:
secret plans in the making
would undo all good
Everyone slips through my fingers
As soon as I can touch them
…
Split golden moonlight:
I’ve shown you all of my hungers
Now show me how you sow these hills…
These late night thoughts
Let’s hide them in this mist
Where none shall ever find them
…
Sweating under sun:
unusual autumn heat
confuses us all
This dragged line of spiked balls of fear
Chained together with a rhythmic pattern of failures
Won’t let me leave this room
This basement so terribly bright
Or abysmally dark
Very rarely anywhere in between…
While my husband’s in the kitchen cooking dinner
I’m calculating how many grams of rice I’ll eat
Budgeting the results of his care
Fretting over the mass I could be feeding
…
I don’t really know you,
various sirs, madams, and others…