windrag : poetry : journal

the paradox of the poet:in the constant attemptto make this human experiencemore legible and thus bring more closenessbetween one’s closest relationsone often makes oneselfodd, unrecognizable to the very hearts one wants to join.it’s not their fault:it’s just their way.they are not actually doing anything. be gentle with the poets among us:try to notice, while they […]

Jupiter, Luna, Saturn, Altair, Lyra; the scuttlebutt about you falls on deaf ears, here. on this doorstep, you shine, and are free to be yourselves.

sometimes i wish myheroes would practice a bitat my house, for once

be honest. what willdraw you down the wrong path. guilt?or something tasty?

you can move the wordsaround, or you can get right,and then, say something.