Fox your poems always have such a strong confident sense of voice! Love the unexpected contrast of "verdant & withering" here and the sense of both place and place-lessness. Hope to keep following along, I always enjoy your poetry!
you should know i am a time traveler & there is no season as achingly temporary as now
There’s a vulnerability here that’s both reverent and devastating!! Like, the emotional palette drifts between yearning and surrender, and I love how the geography of love (East Nowhere / Shangri-La / the moon) becomes both metaphor and map. Beautiful!!
i want to find you on the verge of complete absolution
Ooooooh! That last poem is so interesting and imagery-full; I always enjoy your unique phrasing foxtails!
i would become the moon to relive those cyan minutes where you loved me wholeheartedly
<3 the way that you tip-toe to the heartaching part in the first stanza creates a sort of anticipation for the rest of the poem. Nicely written! Looking forward to reading more!
-alliyah
you should know i am a time traveler & there is no season as achingly temporary as now
Remember when dad's shoulders were the highest place on earth and your mom was your hero? Race issues were about who ran the fastest, war was only a car game. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and good byes only meant tomorrow?
And we couldn't wait to grow up. — Unknown
