who’s coming?
Wandering ideas with few words.
Category Archives: Impermanence
The unfolding
The future was present, here with a boy in my arms
Sólo lo tengo 24 horas
Es recomendable, si tienes apenas 24 horas para vivir, no tener metas.
That’s not the moon.
What kind of damage are we talking here? The irrefutable kind.
starfall
Stars that lit our night, also fall.
remembrance
“… only perchance remembrance breaks the heart”
another loss
Last night the wind picked up and, as I gently dropped into sleep, it not so gently opened its mouth and blew and blew and blew.
Earth to earth
I haven’t built a house, or surveyed for a map, or planted a garden. But by listening listening listening I’ve followed the sprite of movement.
Delible
I suppose this guarantees my ego-name will not “go down in history”.
sparrow’s flight
She lay like fallen leaves. As if a breeze brushed them, her wings fluttered odd angles; as I watched they reached for my breath, through the glass she thought was air.
Instead, there was a trail led out of town
It may be that, in the beginning, there was intimation of the end: certainly one point connected to another, even by the crooked line of time, share an intimacy as close as any two lovers, perhaps closer.
ghost-prints
With the moon still under the Atlantic, there were stars, and neighboring houses whose lone lights flickered between the trees, to light the way. The world was more shadow than path, and the shadows were filled with cricket sounds and other, more furtive, nighttime feet.