don’t assume welcome into her house. mistaking edification for invitation is no longer tolerable. and as your hand falls on the gate, wait.
i like poetry that overflows you without soaking the page. poetry that wobbles your hand enough to blur words. poetry that makes you look away first, dares you to turn the page to escape its gaze.
noticing deep coiled feels pent up behind words made almost real as waking steals my attention. no sun rising or bird song teasing will ease the feelings that my art is moving winding grooving in a mind not yet lit up. in and away from a spark in the falling dark thoughts are dualling fueling […]