Tag Archives: poetic asides poems
.. I won’t try to fix you , if you’ll just let me fly. .. prompted by poetic asides.
.. Make a ceiling of this sky, indigo in all its glory. Embrace the bound -aries of this room, this infinite space, this place we’ve been given to inhale and exhale and grow to know our -selves, each other. Gather … Continue reading
.. , perhaps i might have stopped trying to name my song, before the middle strains were done. perhaps i might have wanted less, and wand -ered more, roamed the floors of my own hope. perhaps i might have stored … Continue reading
When the day’s given its fill, …..I am still. Lying here, an untied moor …..searching for some remnant of the coast. …..Your ghost haunts these shifting sands the most. With salty sighs, I realize ……….I am still searching for your … Continue reading
“Last time, I imagined myself as the kid. This time, the skeleton.” ― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars .. For now, we’ve covered everything we can with these veiny shrouds, this masquerade of muscle, sinew, blood. We’ve danced … Continue reading
.. and all those other things that happened in Texas. This one small world is vast enough for what I want to say. Forget the way she smiled as you were leaving; her eyes are lies no one has ever … Continue reading