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.
In the aftermath of the battle,
peace is woven with loose threads between embraces and kind words…
You feel to me like one who would not forget
Not forget me, not forget the little store up north
Not forget what I sent you
I forgot that for years
…
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
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
Everyone slips through my fingers
As soon as I can touch them
…
I’ve shown you all of my hungers
Now show me how you sow these hills…
I don’t really know you,
various sirs, madams, and others…
We walk together
I’m squinting under the high afternoon sun
While you’re shielded by the brim of your hat
I’m not saying much but
I’m hanging on your every word
…
Alongside others,
squinting in the noonday sun:
still walking alone