flowersforplath

0. Wet with the obscure particles of that rising storm, the wind comes stirring & whipping the trees. A Pileus halo forms. Mile west, that darkening sky boils & froths ...

"I have led a toothless life. I have never bitten into anything. I was waiting. I was reserving myself for later on, and I have just noticed that my teeth ...

6. in brief moments, life becomes gossamery. I no longer feel the days plodding on. there is just light on tile, a wren in the gutter, the hush between two ...

5. suppressed staccato conversations under the day-not-yet-broken are punctuated by metallic clanging, a rhythm not unlike mourning in rehearsal. the would-be-red of cirrus streaks gathers breath & ba

4. washed in pigeon gray light, & with the same blue green iridescence that crests the morning, starlings wake with the bugs, wake with the rotation once again & it ...

3. some of us are built from misremembered lullabies, stitched into place by people we can’t quite picture anymore. still, our ribs hum with old music, & the stars burn ...

2. some truths arrive late, words spoken in hushed, percussive voices, working slowly in the back of the larynx, then with soft urgency. names of old friends fall out of ...

1. there is love spreading out from my heart, out through my fingertips, & distant across the prairie. the mustard flowers send their runners out & propagate, tucking into a ...

After Ocean Vuong. Every piece of art I see, I hold near and dear to my heart. I'm so grateful for what life has shown me. It is sweet, and ...