[For Scarlett, I write] The disconnected line confirms a suspicion. I suspect neither of us, is, as big as we pretend. I succumb to social discord. False images balancing absence. Scrolling on, Getting by, Doing my time, Un-Blocked Not ‘Un-Alive’. So, they say. But, …that would be… DEAD, to you. Skip far from this fenced […]
[For Virginia, I follow] Standing on the shoreI have decided.I chose stones I will fill my pockets with love, with care, with intent. My act of self-love. Lined up, a collection of :different weights different griefs. Each stone carries withinits own savage beauty. Kindness betrayed. Great loves remembered. These stones,These stones,Oh, how they broke my […]
July 9, 2025
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[For Michael: the sun, the sea, everything to me] The grave neat in the dirtDug out by my own soiled handsIs where I lay myself down. She is a girl-child to me nowThe earth has swallowed a part of her.So unsure, my sweet girl. I loved you deeply.(It hurt, didn’t it? Not the blood, the […]
July 9, 2025
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