My mind is my world. I swim in its oceans, I am smashed by its storms, I lie in its fields. I move my hands through the ripples of my thoughts And run to the next island Rarely looking back. I float in the sky on my planet Bumping into others when I want. I […]
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This morning I woke up and cracked my bedroom door to feel the crisp air of fall flow in. It was early, the sun was up but the clouds hadn’t burned out of the valley below me yet. I decided to take my dogs out for a walk on a lake close to my house. […]
a poem about birds and hands and shadows (from Seule enfance, 1978) Les oiseaux intermittents Les champs toujours là en face Les mots voltigent, reviennent Le touchent, il tend la main Et les pose doucement Les uns à côté des autres Ils disent des choses très simples Comme la musique L’eau est calme L’ombre de […]
my heart feels like a warm, dark night. maybe i can’t see what’s going on but i can smell the rain in the air as it pushes past and over my body in little gusty currents. it’s a pleasant place to be, inside my heart, if not a little confusing. and sometimes after a glass […]
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