so many talk, some hear. The key is to listen, be ready to receive before the offering is made. Otherwise our own speech means very little.
There are pages of the story scattered everywhere. Was it even bound in the first place? I’m not sure.
I am not your commander, not in the lead.
I do not sit on your side, am not the Hand to your King.
The table resembles other geometric shapes than the endless,
for you have decided we are not equals. The […]
I have no calling. Is that possible? To be passionate about these things, but not have them call to you. I don’t know what I’m doing with my life, or what is calling me forward.
You fly around my head, biting and nipping and buzz buzz buzzing. I try to swat your annoying little ass, but you say “I am like Socrates, this is good for you” in which I concede to your ways and let you push me […]
A tree trunk is lonely
Without our initials carved
So tenderly into its flesh.
You did that for me.
Now years later, the tree dies slowly
But our story remains in its rings.
Like an old and dusty record […]
I have many trunks.
Some hold secrets
And all have stories.
I give you the key.
Keep it safe and hidden,
for no one but you and me.