every time I try to grasp something that is knowable it rises up like a very great wave ascending with the strength of some almighty bone-breaking confession; … Read more “the knowable”
I can’t go on, but I’ll keep on going. I want to forget, but I keep on knowing. I’d like to stay still, but I keep on… Read more “Keep on”
On the floor of my mind I sit, weightlessly rocking back (back, back) and forth casting my reel… Read more “Casting my reel”
It’s gone. ‘But what if..’ No. It’s finished. Done. Over. ‘But maybe I could have..’ No. You couldn’t. ‘But..‘ No. ‘Oh.. Okay.‘
So I can feel the world turning. (Quick quick slow, quick quick slow..)
There can only be one end where all other ends must end.
I went out walking. There were a great many buttercups. I picked some to make a sprig. I left them on my desk. I forgot about them.… Read more “A sprig for spring”