Sunday, November 27, 2016
Sunday, November 20, 2016
book(s) in my mind
water through to you
Saturday, November 19, 2016
c(h)an(ne)al
there isn't enough
last quarter
Thursday, November 17, 2016
old angel
Wednesday, November 9, 2016
adrift you said
moored asea
we have
in moving
moved
a moor
distance isn't a longing but a life
I can't find the words for it.
Syncretism, as in
this which is
amended to
the words I can't find.
indescribable longing
bound for
upstream
16.218 dhammapda
Tuesday, November 8, 2016
S a g a m i
Sunday, November 6, 2016
beachcomber
A man on shore meditates, a child totters seaward.
Their hands raise up, lift down
as I bend and brush earth
108 times
Saturday, November 5, 2016
remembering
Hopkin's joy and sorrow
him, writing
read by 6
yet he wrote
and lived
for love of
obeyed himself
slightly more
than any god could have thought
ought not to forget
how the trees
these ashes
downed
cut him to the core
or the birdsong
(those prolonged stutters
led him to)
Friday, November 4, 2016
ðɪs
ˈdɑːksəm
haʊs
ɒv
kleɪ
ðɪs
darksome
haʊs
ɑv
kleɪ
Wednesday, November 2, 2016
no
preference
sorrow
fear
careful
Tuesday, November 1, 2016
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