Tag: memory

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thinking of those days behind the wheel, cat stretched across the dash, exemption stretched out along straight, gray highways trying now not to swallow that hook, though lately it seems the city hates me, shoves me toward her swilled-to-the-gill gutters back then, there was the … Continue reading *

2.16.2015

I can't forget that day the hummingbird darted through the snow - you slept through it - content with the dogs in a patch of morning sunlight, which found and stroked the red-gold stubble on your cheeks the way I wished that I might without … Continue reading 2.16.2015

2.10.2015

these things cannot yet be called memory - too fresh, too new, too aware of their own being to be relegated to the corners of ponderous afternoons how that spring you sprouted, sudden and furious in the sanctum of breast, winnowing tendrilled assurances around and … Continue reading 2.10.2015

down east

it was late November when I drove toward Maine I still hear how the wind tore across the highway, rattling doors and nearly blowing that tired red Buick into the frozen ditch I had second, third - hell sixth thoughts on the other side of … Continue reading down east

mileposts

6:57 AM and light's early overture has warmed the cherry petals just enough that the faintest scent of sweet emerges maybe it's more than just scribbling poets who note these moments and mark the time, mentally ticking off the mileposts to restoration but this morning's … Continue reading mileposts

now

I love this now, and this one, and the now I carried with me then, when stumbling upon that field rampant with sunflowers so bent upon echoing the brilliancy of day, they pressed themselves flush against the belly of the yellowing sky and like photographs … Continue reading now