#thejournalofbisonjack

Clouds (from To the Quick, 2015)

They exhaled at the same time;

the clouds of their breath coming

together in the cold silence.

I know we can’t be friends, she said,

but maybe one day we could be

strangers looking at each other

Caught Somewhere

Perhaps we are

simply fugitives running

from impermanence,

caught somewhere

Odds and Sods

I recently read somewhere

that the odds of each of us

being born are one in four

hundred trillion, which

would suggest we are either

miracles of biological and

cognitive engineering or a

glitch, and that perhaps it

Where Old Friends Meet

.

Seventy percent water,

bent to the earth, we are

The Promise (2021)

.

Wherever you decide to go,

promise me that you will not hide

from yourself and wherever you

decide to stay, promise me that

A Likeness (No.1)

Glass reflections

in filligrees of breath,

we are the ineffable

Measure (Colonial Bar & Cafe)

If love is the

measure by which

we measure the

immeasurable,

then it is also the

distance we must