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he, for a boy, wrote about flowers,wrote about graveyards, not death,but peace lying wait far from what's neari knew he didn't need to get that far,st..
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it was square or one too many-sided,its walls were loved by many hands,its windows were loved by many eyes,the sky beyond the ceiling was prayed to,th..
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you are a stretch of forgotten reason,beyond the mute, twinkling bend,the rain completely erased,there is only an everlasting mirrorno color, no solid..
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these wide and tall houses,you measure with resolute arms,the stakes of an enclosure,mountains frozen to stillnesswe are open-mouthed, stunnedat the p..
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i. Sundays were short and exact,tombstones and photographs -of the family dog,the candles, the trees,the ash, Grandmother's handsas bare as a naked pe..
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from here on out is a vast empty space,did God feel like this before Adam -Certainly there was God and in His heart,the universe, and we made God happ..
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the men, do they listen?before the day peels itself,from their eyes -is the dark unawareof its own darkness -that, and stranger,it swallows the light,..
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the movies do not mention,the moments that break you,that scatter everythingthat came before -the heart knowsit is not the final note,but the curved l..
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some things take me back -to sleep over a century,to lay down my heart,a mile away from you,to lose the hurtthat when i wake,i would see a sign of the..
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my heart is neatly quietdoesn't declare its intentionof putting the night away,of sending the world out,as i dress for work,the children in me leave,s..
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