True Voices
voices inside my head
are just voices inside my head
forgetting this has been my mistake
again and again
2909, 2020
Poetry
1905, 2020
secret language
there is a secret language we all speak
but pretend not to remember
it’s easier
usually
to just use words
1405, 2020
narrative disorder
humans are narrative creatures
we tell stories to explain the world around us
but soon we forget they are just stories
1405, 2020
morphic fields
morphic fields
transcending space and time
guiding monarchs to their great,
great,
great,
grandmother’s home
which they never knew existed
1405, 2020
chained
I was left the legacy of a pile of stovewood
split by a man in the mute chains of rage
The land he loved as landscape
could not unchain him
1405, 2020
cooling
the ideas used to come easier, i remember
what is it i wrote about then?
what seemed so important it couldn’t wait
i couldn’t wait
to crawl back into my tent and sit by candlelight
and write
1405, 2020
should
should
the electron have spun up
in this universe
where it spun down
1105, 2020
sudden tent
huddled in a sudden tent
all life sleeping
`cept the cockroaches
and the restless dog that stirs
in the dry leaves
…