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Elegy for the Almost

The door has closed on you and me. I watched it swing in the soft wind Of passing time and lost intent Until it softly settled shut Into the jamb and quenched the last Slight chance of passing through a hand Or, more, a look to catch a glance That held, leaving immutable Imprints, behindContinue reading “Elegy for the Almost”

Unstopping People

Ocean waves lapping at toes Straining against the known, Pushing in, pressing on sand. Searching for that sliver’s edge, New worlds calling, Against the seam between water and heaven. Unstopping people at the edge— Goshen-dreamers sketching Zion on the sky— With milk and honey hopes, like so many Diamonds pressed true to pay the way,Continue reading “Unstopping People”

Heartbeat

I endure under the baking of Your Sun Not patiently – no saint I – but wait And watch the relentless heat break the stillness. How can nothingness be so much? I am overwhelmed by the endless sand and sky. They stretch and cover and consume my past, Breaking it down under the frailty ofContinue reading “Heartbeat”

I Am Half Sick of Shadows

Allusions to, and outright quotes of, this line of Tennyson’s “The Lady of Shallott” in two novels I’ve read recently sent me back to the poem. I haven’t read it in over a decade and found it an entirely new experience this time. I remember reading it in Brit Lit as sophomore in college (while I should have beenContinue reading “I Am Half Sick of Shadows”