Tag: healing

• September 17, 2022

  Nights Like These

  It’s days like these where there is too much time in the air, slowly unwinding and peeling back. In that sliver of moment that drags on, my memories spread like a freshly ironed shirt. The creases straightened flat, the valleys and days lay bear for my eyes to see. Seeing, my mind falls back to…
• September 12, 2022

  Flight

  This year I took flight. Restrictions lifted, and then fell the social barricades. Soul and body traversed, both by road and astral plane, to those novel places that I once only imagined in my head. With happy thoughts, I held nothing back, and dove head first into a world, once pitch black. But light imbued,…
• August 30, 2022

  Some Pixie Dust

  There she is again, a person there but something more. Even unadorned, she strikes a chord, it almost feels like home. It’s hard to look away! I thought my feelings died some yesterday, But today, a feeling rises like them tides in that crystal bay. I remember being on that pirate ship, a hook in…
• August 6, 2022

  Rewind

  I see your smile looped on playback, Playing back like ionic tape magnetic. That smile charged with lyrics compact, I rewind the tape, lyrics all proleptic. Time has changed, two generations gone. The disc got scratched, a beat got skipped. I stream with streamers a newer song, From the mouth of clouds we drink and…
• August 2, 2022

  Ajar

  My door ajar, texts scampered in as if they were parcel tongues slithering in. They were powerful like the moon, my canine heart howled melancholic blues. Emerald eyes filled my mind, again, a single sentence brought back what once had been. Yet what had been to me was not what had been to you. Months…
• April 7, 2022

  Ruins

  Do we really feel those memories? Are they remembered as they were? Can one remember how sweet the sugar was, before it burned — all that’s left is powdery black soot! Does the rubber tire wear its flattened grooves out of pride or self-contempt? I honestly cannot remember where the road diverged, or even where…
• April 5, 2022

  Shoelaces in water

  I dragged my shoelaces through water, wading in the shallows and the deep. For long I felt the weight of the rivers, in desperate wait like Pacey at the creek. The mud and foliage all foamed from drainage chutes, my chucks stained with the pain of two autumns past. I thought I tried, how i…