a kite
the colour of morning
snapped its string
one moment of freedom
too brief
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sirens
fresh ink in salt water
amidst a hard calculus of cargo
the captain uncertain where to put
his missing hand
#gogyohka #micropoetry
march today and i
am standing in my drive arms out
turning slowly in the blood warm wind
how many will sweep yesterday
under the radiating rug
#gogyohka #micropoetry
in the silence .
remembering .
those things unrememberable .
thin slice .
of morning coldness .
#gogyohka
from
where i sit
eating bacon
watching
an ant crawl
#gogyohka
resentful...
when he drinks
the real him
slices into
the good
#gogyohka
unsure
of many things...
that seems
to be
a constant thing
#gogyohka
what i wrestle with...
a fine man
stares at me
outside
the cold collapses
#gogyohka
who was
Yeshua's
birth father...
i wonder about
Miriam's grief
#gogyohka
much of orthodox Christianity is centered around the 'miraculous' birth of Yeshua. Nowadays folks are framing the story as SA committed by God against young Miriam (Mary - 13 or 14 yrs old.)
brewing
one more
cup of tea
i struggle to
stay awake
#gogyohka
brewing
more
black coffee—
often unable to
trust myself
#gogyohka
from inside
watching tonight's
thick rainwater
breakthrough a crack
in the window
#gogyohka
on the counter
summer sausage
and aged cheese...
several blocks away
a protest
against the Iranian war
#gogyohka
responding
to an email
the sweep
of afternoon
in his footsteps
#gogyohka
wings
of some nondescript bird
quickly leaving work
to decompress and
get my nails done
#gogyohka
my colleague
sucking
the coating
off of
Takis
#gogyohka
heading
home
the darkness
whispers in a
hoarse voice
#gogyohka
from the eaves
hanging pine balls
in a hammock
reading
Murasaki Shikibu's waka
#gogyohka
fresh fig syrup
over
buttered toast—
reverie broken by
news of Trump
#gogyohka
nostalgia—
we were children
playing double dutch
riding bikes
or playing 'House'
#gogyohka
listening to you lie
the receding
of the coast
in my background
seems foreign
#gogyohka
GOGYOHKA
Forgetting my glasses,
I turned back
toward home,
the country road
a Monet landscape
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GOGYOHKA
We circle around
the mobius strip of life,
insides reaching outside,
outside seeping inside —
ourselves one with the world,
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all afternoon
finishing up paperwork
hotel double-doors
open and close admitting
humans and haints
#gogyohka
windows left opened
for cold wind
to enter --
i burn
Nag Champa
#gogyohka
'lycanthropy'
an interesting word
arriving
home from work
just to collapse
#gogyohka
from
bed to bed
into
the arms
of a good man
#gogyohka
a night of cleaning
thinking
of my Catholic granmær
and her
hoodoo ways
#gogyohka
long walk home...
something
comforting
about
the darkness
#gogyohka
watching him
return
from the store...
thinking about this joke—
'living wage'
#gogyohka