Castle of your sorrow
Is your sorrow built from bricks and mortar? Does it reach towards the sky with pinnacles and turrets? Do you keep it safe behind a moat and drawbridge? Is your […]
Tag Archives: poetry
Talking to the wall
It’s more my habit than your dream; in how your shadow dances with a whitewashed me. We used to come here once it’s where I first got drunk it’s where […]
Bridging with patience
The previous day we had hardly left the cabin. Ceaselessly the rain had beaten roof and windows, clouds had licked the soil while gusts of wind had shaken walls and […]
Need is moon
My need is moon: the way it silvers nape, your neck with veins pulsating, waiting as the paleness of my hands, as snakes are reaching; I’m a shadow; more a […]
A lonesome leaf
Death is less a headstone than a lonesome leaf, clinging to a bough. You might leave a wreath; you might burn the lights; but true remembrance is what gnaws your […]
