vignettes

backyard fall views

the two connected as by a vibrating wire, vibrating no more. ---------- let us go into the trailer and dress in our best. This isn't Chernobyl! Death needn't be shameful. It would be nice to see the family laid out decently as our souls break free.

rust on  the floor

excerpt from: "new years" - sar miche text: I doze and dream of a place I used to live crowded with white flowers and grief you are the walls of the room, always holding the light in place

excerpt from: when all our days are numbered marching bands will fill the streets & we will not hear them because we will be upstairs in the clouds -sasha fletcher text: that window is made of moving water & I will reach right through it & into you

{the way your eyes lit when we looked/like pools of glass of gold of this/a light that can never go out}

text: my thoughts don't stop they are the stream they flow they follow you forever