windrag : poetry : journal

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Month: April, 2014


three stars in the west, isosceles triangle at month’s beginning, now right. navigating the great ocean, lost as ever.

the folks ii

curating family: so many relations. one chooses to stick with a few, and persists in accepting the failures to meet eye-to-eye, for the little successes that eye-heart-to-breathe-meet-within


“make one up, dadú” forgiveness, it’s what we do tonight’s lullaby


as flexible as the human voice can be “thank you” is the richest melody

forgotten verse

well i wonder where you are tonight and i listen hard to see from where i lay, so high atop the roots of this old tree i send you kisses sweet, my dear like vinegar and lye and if you ever find me here, susanna, don’t you cry