We once spoke of ashes, of cinders
left behind in lightning-ravaged woods.
You questioned how you would rise from
your forest floor.
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We once spoke of ashes, of cinders
left behind in lightning-ravaged woods.
You questioned how you would rise from
your forest floor.
…
I’m coughing.
A heart turns over, hot.
I’m choking…
Green with golden touch:
a jewel’s care teaches still
of love’s endless reach
(December 12 ’25 outing with a wonderful friend.)
The clouds roll and spill their essence
White-hot and frozen on these unkempt strands
It’s wet and strange and ignored
Half-blind in this storm I can’t see
Half-deaf in this hurricane I can’t name
….
Faces down the table:
eyes glancing, briefly curious.
Faces down the table:
both here and not here.
Faces down the table,
signaling discreetly:
all such mysteries to me.
…
How is it
that no matter how many curtains I draw
over every window I pass,
the dark can always find me?
…
Sun peering through me
With a surreal confidence
Certain of this end
Our words, thought to mean anything
but themselves even if proven true,
leave them stunned in the end.
Moonlight on blue ice:
No one remains forever
No love eternal
I want to not be like this. I want to be able to accomplish and explore. I want to be able to feel real connection. I can’t connect with others. I can’t balance my life. I can’t reach goals. I can’t keep my thoughts straight. I can’t I can’t I can’t. I don’t want to be this person. My brain doesn’t work properly. I know I’m not supposed to be here. I’m not meant to be here.