Here we were, Eagle ( Read more... )

The water knows, the water laps and laps ( Read more... )

apples and wine-- the light catches on the rim of the glass, my eyes squinch up in a smile. These are the days of it-- like a raccoon I paw at the plastic bag- laughing and mostly safe, the sorry feeling getting further away now--

I want to be able to give it but it is ungivable, unreal

i think of yidoma and it is all grey in my memory

This is not an instagram life. This is the unphotographable. I take for granted that I don't struggle with it. Certain moments hidden in july nights, certain flavors, certain morning lights, a secret haul. Doorways, hallways, mirrors- corridors between buildings, straight streets, the pencil sharpener, the stapler. A rare quiet ( Read more... )

The bright O** ghost appears in the noodle shop- always inconvenient timing. Metal tables, the very real form of L*ya beside me ( Read more... )

Not sad, not at all, but things can't stay this way ( Read more... )

blue field, grey-brown plank, little catch of red, salt air, deep rush, pull to the edge ( Read more... )

I try to draw her and the lines won't sit right; I see her ghost everywhere, I know her face in twenty faces. I do not believe in ghosts. I want to tell Lah-ti about her, that I am being haunted, but L* will not understand ( Read more... )

If you want an answer, yes, we'll come out of that one. And we'll feel our bones get wrapped cozy and tearful. What's going on? We'll never know. Nobody tells you anything ( Read more... )

will we come out of this one? or will it make itself permanent?

be gentle with the fragile thing