Still, I try to hand you a little piece of me every day:
a single grape pulled from a vine of many.
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Still, I try to hand you a little piece of me every day:
a single grape pulled from a vine of many.
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.
…
May you write
And write
And write
Until you fill pages first
Then books
Leaf after leaf, spun between fingertips
So many that one could take months or years to read them
May your heart’s desire accept them all
October 25, 2025
Words escape today
Stanzas run the other way
Is there nothing left?
Sometimes I start doing relatively well for a time. Days, weeks, maybe I get some good months, even. I get the audacity to start thinking that I’m improving, that I’m figuring things out. But then something will always end up putting me back in my place and reminding me that I can’t figure out how to be a whole, normal person. This cycle will repeat and repeat and repeat and repeat and repeat and repeat and will not end for as long as I live. The responsible thing is to bow out for real, but I still just can’t do it. I’m stuck.
A rarity in my life yesterday
I watched a new life
I studied it intently
I studied all her tiny-isms
Like the edges of her closed eyelids
Those smooth closed eyelids, their warm olive tones
Bringing to mind her mother’s lineage
The shape of her nose, wide and flat
Like the ocean her ancestors crossed to be here
…
The longer I seal my lips
The more sour it becomes
This metallic silence
…
A quarter century of shadows
Coating the brain
Decades of void
Staining the heart
Gazing across that river
Watching them on segments of their path
Visible from here
I have to wonder
Do I see them the same?
Call out my name
Shout it across the house to summon me
To the kitchen to cut vegetables with you
Sing it to me at sundown for soothing comfort
As if I myself am the sweet lullaby
…