He dreams of old things
howling in the woods
and builds himself a house before dawn.
He herds sheep and they gather together like
stalks of wheat during autumn,
frail, pale, and too scared to give each other names.
He counts his fingers each night before he sleeps
counts his sons in the morning,
and watches for the moon during day.
9 On the long road I tried,
Desperatly bored and wasted
One the shore storm I plied,
Because I can’t do other than love a lie.In this small city I cried,
Temporarily torn and drifted
On this grey hound I’ve been tied,
And the sore in my heart is a plight.On this lovely boulder I sat,
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4 Anis Mojgani - Fisherman
I am in love with Mojgani’s work, this is one of my favourites!
5 pain,
unabridged pain,
fully embodied storybook terror,
unfettered, solid, arcs of numbness,
the scream of the richly developed tear of grace.
I have the drift,
I can see the soul towering,
I can feel the breath of the protagonist,
In an instant, the reality of each individual
moment is…
7 i am but a rose (a small one)
wilting under love exploding
with passion for nothing in particularthe soundtrack of my life
is wind chimes
got them at walmart for half off during their post-holiday sale& i fall in love with strangers
on the subway
do i make eye contact? only for too long or not at all (bashful)
12 2 jumpers didn’t do it. 3 layers of socks still didn’t do it. It was the coldest, most bitter winter in about 4 years and the stark contrast to our summer’s end heatwave just a few months previous didn’t help. Isolated in a lonely cabin up in the mountains of Greenland, I had no one else to share…
5 Day had broken cold and grey, exceedingly cold and grey, when the man turned aside from the main Yukon trail and climbed the high earth-bank, where a dim and little-travelled trail led eastward through the fat spruce timberland. It was a steep bank, and he paused for breath at the top, excusing…
3 The allure of dreams
Draws me in so deeply
That I can never remember
What I dreamt about
During the night.
And every breath
That I take
While I am awake
Takes me to delusional depths
I’ve never been to.
So let me dream
One more time tonight
And let me see
That beautiful body
You call your own
One more time
Amongst the stars,
Where we said we’ll meet
During our dreams.
4 Every moment
That someone leaves
My heart tears off a piece
Of itself and throws
It in with the trash.
And I’m afraid.
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