#hardship

ADVENTURES IN LIVNGNESS FALLS ON MISSING MY BOOKS, WARDROBE AND ARTWORK. The walls are still bare, and it occurred to me that the absence of a glance to one of my favorite photographs or prints, has sidetracked to the laptop screen, television, and when those images blur my eyes, I look to the Bogenvilla next to my desk. The color is provocative and matches my decor. Writer’s linger on thoughts,…

Long season I pray you feel long When my body can no longer feel yours Long season Your anguish Pressing its ribcage into me Tells me that  You are alive and well Long season that bakes the Dirt down to the aquifers until All the water Is only under Jeff Bezo’s house somehow.

I prayed, long season, To make the time feel Familiar Like i knew her figure So when she would come to greet me There would be no fear Just simple jolt Of recognition That we have to feel all the time Rabbit heart. 

Long season the sun stayed out extra So now the sallow ground Crusted into dark black cakey earth Dried like a forgotten sponge behind  The microwave. I don’t want to forget my sorrows And to leave my heart  Out to weather  The broken craggy  Earth alone again. Human heart

Just flatten it all into the pavement at this point.

And forget the ice age and the great moving of tectonics and pangea and the time it rained so hard in my home town that my neighbors lost their whole basement and had to gut it and take out their carpet that smelled like having a family.